Well, that little bit of encouragement was all she needed to feel enabled into doing just what he asks— even offering to defend her in figurative court, paired with that knowing smile? Her affection for him grows a few inches.

Perhaps out of fear of what will happen if they disobey two Aions, the servant meets her eyes once more, and the effect is immediate, and quite swift. Soon, they have no choice but to look her way, their neck and jaw encased in cold, solid stone. Then their mouth, the nose, and finally, the eyes, as the gravelly cocoon encases them entirely, preserving their frightened expression in a picturesque stillness.

"I could have never figured that out all by myself! I had no idea I could go this far..."

It's not more than few short seconds after the feat that Misa claps her hands together once, obviously pleased to have accomplished such a thing at all. Not having any innate magic makes this all the more fascinating. Though, the praise it not all to be hers, she knows that.

"Aw, it's all thanks to you, Emet! You're the best!"

And unless he physically stops her, she's in motion to fling her arms around his waist in a tight hug, overly affectionate and not giving any regard to others' personal space as is typical.