Frankenstein watched the others file out of the living room, M-21 and Regis bickering as they did, waiting until they were all out of earshot before he turned back to Raizel, still sitting quietly on the couch with his teacup in hand.

"Master, when should we tell them that my opinions were originally your ideas?" Frankenstein asked.

Raizel took a long drink and set his teacup on the table, frowning slightly at the delicate white china. "My tea appears to be empty."

So, the answer to his question was never, then. Unsurprising, really. Frankenstein put his hand over his heart and bowed. "Of course, Master. I'll refill your cup."