"I can give you the summary of my questions, or the numerical list," he responded. Roman's reaction was not reassuring. In fact, it only fed into the anger that had built up in the pit of Lord El-Melloi II's stomach and threatened to finally explode. The young man (he was still younger than El-Melloi II was) reacted with grogginess and the word irregularity. The latter was just rude, all things considered.

"The summary is simple, Dr. Roman. What the fuck?"

Lord El-Melloi II folded his arms across his chest, eyeing Roman with the same kind of look he would usually afix Flat with after something tremendously stupid happened. And yet, Flat was unpredictable. Roman probably needed to know at least one thing, and it was with a moment of relenting his anger that Lord El-Melloi II added something simple.

"Before you ask, it is Zhuge Liang."