Olgamally Animusphere
Well, that should be obvious, we're going to—um!?! Her tone was cool and collected right up until the end of the phrase.
"Um!" She exclaimed suddenly as her servant embraced her, exclaiming it both in their telepathic conversation and out loud. Her face suddenly turned beet red as she felt the exotic feeling of her servant pressing herself against her, and felt another tightening in her loins.
Well, um, you see, we just need to use him, and then take him out afterwords. We've got to— make sure to confiscate his noble phantasm, so we can use it in our experiments. She finished her explanation nervously and unprofessionally, clearly heavily affected by her servant's forwardness. She glanced furtively at her servant's amazingly close face and down at her not insubstantial breasts a few times, before she forced herself to squirm away and get some more distance.
Jeez, she's ridiculous... Olga thought to herself before continuing once more in a far calmer tone. And as for Ritsuka, be careful with him right now. He's clearly fused with a servant that has a high rank of mental pollution, and needs to be handled with care. He's an extremely valuable asset to my organization.
With that, Olga walked over to him and patted him on the head. "Don't get so upset, ok?" She told him kindly, attempting to speak with a motherly tone.