Imp watches the purple princess leave and crawls carefully out of hiding. He takes in the trappings of her room and sniffs, scowling.
So. This is the subject of Hordak's new obsession.
"Fascinating," Imp imitates. Then, as Hordak: "Most impressive."
It's becoming a distraction.
When Shadow Weaver wants something she casts a spell. A hex. Imp has something better.
He takes an important-looking tool. Loosens a few bolts. Tests the table's new wobble and, satisfied, retreats to the sanctum. The trap is baited.
If Hordak won't talk to her himself, Imp will just have to help.
He's good at helping.