Lord El-Melloi II always seemed to just fall in the bitter camp. It was a wonder that he managed to have students so willing and enthusiastic about the world, as they were such a contrast to the man and his demeanor. His inner life was critical too, but Roman wasn't wrong either. That caused a thin, weak laugh to escape Lord El-Melloi II. "Perhaps." It translated as it's already happening, in it's way, but there were more tender topics to discuss and this one was best left aside soon.

"That was her ultimate reaction?" Lord El-Melloi II asked mildly. It sounded like DaVinci to be sure, but even he had had a strong reaction just now. "I'm...well, it's not very odd for her, but it's still unusual in the long run." The longest run, perhaps.

Lord El-Melloi II was willing to bet that Roman knew what he was really after here. The first words out of his mouth were a natural snappish reaction, "I'd have a catalyst if London wasn't impossible to reach." It was a truth said with that little bit of heat that still resided in him about Chaldea and all it had torn him away from, but the anger died. "But...yes, I do expect that the use of a machine will be different. But if I'm doing the summons, then perhaps Iskandar is more likely to respond."

There. There, that was who his servant was, Roman.