Evil boy genius? World domination? A certain amount of tension went into his spine and shoulders, but beyond that and a certain intensity in his eyes, the wizard betrayed little of his true thoughts. What manner of ship was this, to bring aboard those self-avowed followers of the Dark Arts?

And yet, was it not true that few such followers, few of the truly evil, believed themselves such? Perhaps there was more afoot here than he knew. Well, if necessary, he could always pretend to those ways himself, to gather information -- much as he despised it.

"Could you perhaps tell me... Well, anything."