There was a darkened back booth. Rodolphus had set the charms so that anyone else would see the blank private booth and feel absolutely no desire to go near it, but for Mulciber the charms would be obvious.
Inside the booth, Rodolphus nursed his drink slowly. It was so nice to have a place like Shalott. Pyrites was too fragile and prim, in Rodolphus' mind, to be of much use, but this was definitely a boon for their side.