It was like a fat trout that refused to move from its fixed hole, but then, it couldn't resist the hook she offered... and budged. Victor von Doom snapped his fingers and spoke Latverian to the gargoyle. It slunk away slowly back to its post. He gave a clap of his hands, and the fire in the huge hearth flared up more brightly witha brief roar, while much smaller flames flickered on the chandeliers above.
"Very well, Miss...?" He waited for her name, watching her carefully. Her temperature and pulse had so far all been well regulated. She was no stranger to pressured situations. Already he was sending commands from his suit to various castle programs. It wasn't too long before a hovering tray skimmed into the room, goblets and a bottle of wine. If he was going to be listening, he was very well going to be drinking.