Once Andrea and Frank reached the prison, they joined his mother and her most trusted courtiers.  Andrea watched as Frank took a deep breath, steeling himself for an encounter he'd been dreading.  Finally, he nodded to the bodyguards accompanying them. 

"I'm ready."

At his words, two prison guards emerged, escorting Riff Raff and Magenta.  Frank noted, with no small amount of pleasure, that their time in prison had obviously not been kind to them; both were even more pale than usual, and their eyes held an identical haunted look.  They wore shabby prison robes, of a grimy gray color, and they were barefoot.  Neither could bring themselves to look directly at Frank.

Frank stared at them coolly, his face completely devoid of expression.  Finally he spoke, in a voice as elegant and emotionless as his face.

"What a delightful opportunity this is, meeting you again.  After our last encounter, I feared I'd never again get the chance.  I do hope you've been well."

Riff Raff and Magenta looked at each other.  They knew from experience that Frank's artificially calm demeanor and quiet sarcasm did not bode well for them.  Riff Raff answered quietly, "Yes, Master.  We've been well."

Frank gave him a mirthless smile.  "Excellent.  I was ever so concerned with your welfare.  As I'm sure you were, with mine…once you discovered I was apparently still alive, despite your best efforts."

At his words, both Riff Raff and Magenta hung their heads.  Given Frank's mood, neither knew what they could possibly say to salvage the situation.  Finally, after a painful struggle, Riff Raff swallowed his pride and said, "We're sorry, Master."

If there was anything they could have said to improve their lot, that wasn't it.  In response, Frank raised an eyebrow.  The false smile vanished.  "You're sorry?  You're sorry about trying to kill me, or sorry that you failed and were subsequently uncovered as the traitors you are?  Never mind, don't answer…I already know."  His voice remained calm, but his eyes flashed with anger.

The haunted look had evaporated from both Riff Raff and Magenta's eyes, to be replaced by stark terror.  Their worst fear was about to become a reality – it was obvious to them that Frank was not inclined to be merciful.

They were right.  "I sentence you to death by hanging.  The sentence is to be carried out tomorrow at noon."

Without another word, or another glance at Riff Raff and Magenta, he turned and left.