After the initial repulsion from the stench, Enigma didn't react much at all. Although she didn't verbally answer, he'd heard enough. With a negligible twist of his wrist and flaring of his fingers, his illusion collapsed in a mouldering heap on his pristine library floor. The curtains stayed drawn, and the room remained dark. His face was shadowed, and his voice matched it.
In a tone that no one had yet heard from Erik in the City, he spoke a single, chilling command: "Go."