"Just do it," John groaned, incapable of snuffing out the hope that had ignited on Momo's face.
"Oh, don't be so hasty." The Horned Rat closed its fanged mouth, the twisted grin of his skull bending back into its regular shape. "I can't do it right now, there will have to be preparations. I will visit you in Rome tomorrow." By his tone, one would have guessed he was taking a casual stroll down a bazaar, not talking about infiltrating the capital of his enemy and Apex of the Abyss.
John glanced over to Lydia, who rubbed her temples – doubtlessly in an attempt to get rid of a sudden headache. "Can I even stop you?" the princess asked.
The Horned Rat's fingers danced over the armrest of his throne, "You? My estimate would be no."
"Then at least make sure you remain unnoticed. Testing Luna's patience is inadvisable."
