Maomao tires easily of fawning, but it is still much nicer to receive enthusiasm in response instead of disgust. She shakes her left arm, her sleeve falling back to reveal the bandages. She picks at the end tucked into place near her wrist.

"I won't be testing this one on myself. I'm pretty used to most stimulants." That, and she's not that interested in using an aphrodisiac on herself. It'd just go to waste. But she can't exactly test it on those who would most benefit — she has a feeling that the madam would do a whole lot more than just give her a knuckle to the forehead if she caught Maomao experimenting on courtesans. Her old man wouldn't be too pleased, either. And when you're wanting for test subjects...

Maomao perks up, looking at Maya in a much more favorable light now. Her hand goes to her chin, and her smile is not altogether pleasant.

"Hey, Maya. You've probably got nothing to do for the rest of the day, right?"