Something else. Something strong. Something old. ...And short. For all her power, the Seer stood at a not terribly intimidating five foot four.

Altalita typically gave her birth name unless she was being incognito, although she rarely gave her full given name. Names are Power.

And to have Power over the Fateweaver was a dangerous thing indeed.

On the other side, Altalita was graceful. A woman who was comfortable in her own skin, and comfortable with who and what she was. She chose to stand, walking behind him with silent steps, one of her hands tracing along his shoulders as she circled the table, pulling the door closed and latching it so they wouldn't be interrupted.

Something told her that'd probably be wise in this situation.

"Did you, now, Subaru?" Altalita asked, leaning down to meet his gaze with her almost lazily hooded one. Her bright blue eyes intense despite it. She finished her walk around the table, settling into her chair with a smooth, almost fluid motion, crossing her legs and leaning forward, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers, her elbows on the table. Her eyes not leaving his. "Tell me then. What do you expect to learn?" She asked, her voice low, almost a whisper. "What will happen to you? Who you will love next? Or perhaps a start to a new quest and purpose?"

Then she grins, bright and with playful mischief, "But I won't be telling you the next lottery numbers, that's a little unfair, don't you think?"