[ Regent leans against the doorway as Palamedes and Aisha exchange words, folding his arms across his chest and crossing one ankle over the other. He tips his head to the side until one point of his crown touches the frame.

He's still and poised, his usual fidgeting absent except for a fingernail tapping on the metal case of his walkie-talkie frustratingly just off-beat. ]

Technically, you'd be dealing with both of our powers.

[ He points this out to Palamedes like an idle observation as he elbows off the door and steps lightly into the room. ]

You might want to recalculate your odds. And you [ when he addresses Imp, his voice lilts up, casual chill turning into anticipation ] should know better than to use politically incorrect language. We're modern day villains! You have to clean up your act or we'll be all over the bulletin board.

[ He swings his arms at his sides and grins behind his mask, then walks briskly across the room to join Imp - only at the last second, he reaches out to firmly shove her back. ]

I have a reputation.