With a sigh, Macbeth dropped his reflector magic, allowing himself to become fully visible. Although between his downcast eyes and meek posture, he certainly wasn't interested in exerting his presence. And Cobra could tell he wasn't acting. He remembered occasionally seeing Macbeth pretend to be overly timid or frail when they gathered intelligence back in the good old dark guild days. The reflector mage always bore a thin veneer of hatred and resentment towards the people he had to pretend around, which then boiled over once he could rip his pretend self off and demolish them. There were no false pretenses with this one, Macbeth really, really didn't want to interact with Mirajane. To the point of hiding himself.
And why would that be, one might wonder? Well, it seemed more and more obvious to Cobra as he glanced between the two. Macbeth was simply terrified of her. He wasn't one to feel guilt over past actions towards former enemies, as he barely blinked when interacting with someone like Erza or Lucy. He hadn't even done anything in particular to Mirajane to warrant such feelings in the first place. So it had to be real, soul-sucking, terror that caused him to look like he wanted to flee from sight. And who wouldn't? Anyone who ran a shop called "Doctor Love-It" deserved any cold, clammy, pit of the stomach upheaval they generated. Cobra felt a strange sense of relief that even Macbeth had some normal reactions towards things like one of Fairy Tail's signature monsters. And, of course, he also found it infinitely amusing. Even he didn't wear his feelings towards Mirajane quite so openly. This was shaping up to be hilarious…and exploitable.