Mephistopheles brought the ivory teacup to his lips, whilst Faust continued to snicker on about sweet Margaret's incessant mother. The old crone wouldn't keep quiet of how Faust had gained a mysterious friend. One whom had eyes as red as the devil's, or so she assumed. On all accounts she'd been correct, all but one. Mephistopheles was not the devil, no indeed he would never be so distasteful as he. "Faustus, Johann, do you realize the magnitude of your actions last night? You'd have had us both found out, were it not for me!" Johann swirled the drink within his glass, far more amused by the bubbles that rose, than what his companion had to say. The demon slams his hand down onto the table, startling his master, causing him to topple down from the chair, and spill his drink upon the marble floor. "Are you listening now, Faustus?!" Now that Johann was aggravated, Mephistopheles had his undivided attention. "Are you mad?! I could have broken my spine!" With a roll of his eyes, the prince of hell takes yet another sip of his tea, unable to stop the cold chuckle that arose from him. "Hardly. However now that I've your attention, I'm happy to tell you the grave news." How grave could the news have been if they still remained in their palazzo? His mind wondered as its always did, thinking of how similar Mephisto's and Margaret's smile could be.. Even his curves were much like her own. The tender feeling that he and his servant shared was unlike any he'd ever know. Even with his beloved, he knew that he could not very well tell her everything. She'd say that the devil'd possessed him, that was why he consorted with one of his minions. In truth she knew little of anything, being just a girl of thirteen, poor thing had never even felt a man. Soon enough she would, the little flower would be his, but for now he had more pressing matters to think of.
"Tell me of the grave news then. Come now, out with it!" Now the dolt wished to hear what he had to say? Ah, the things that Mephistopheles did to deceive a man so that he might damn his soul for all eternity. His elbows rested on the arms of the chair, and his eyes never met with Faustus'. "I told you to be careful did I not? Did I not warn you hide Valentine's body?!" The eyes of the demon flared, causing a horrid chill to crawl down Johann's spine. "I though th-.." Mephistopheles cut him off before he had the chance to say another word. It would have been a funny sight, had the demon not looked so terrifying. His nails elongated, now pricking Johann's neck. The mortal's eyes widen, now realizing the seriousness of the situation.