Doom smugly smirks, staring down at Emma's mouth.
"Hmph. This fire beneath the ice cold exterior..."
Chewing his own lips, realizing what he was missing, ever since the pair of them departed from the Cabal.
“Mein I wouldn’t say that, I just suppose, I’ve been busy of late. But we all have, ja? It is nice to take a load off for once though, especially with good company.” He says giving her a warm smile.
"Who are you trying to convince here, Emma? Yourself or I?"
Doom's brow was raised from beneath his mask, even if the telepath couldn't see his full face.
❛Pardon me.
My work is done by myself.
You and I both know this.
I suggest you wipe that smug
look off your face whilst you're
ahead, darling.
We are not the same. ❜
"Such an absurd question, Emma."
A rare snicker from Victor's lips, washing his throat with some more warm brew.
"We both know you are just as guilty with your own servants."