Anthony Florence is slightly acceptable for a human. I don't bother with him much. He takes part in all sorts of illegal schemes and such. We're one in the same, to be honest. Except that he has deep ties with his family. I, well, it seems everyone knows how little I care for my family.
I happened to be sitting on his desk when he spoke with his daughter on the phone. The daughter who houses little Jemima. The little brat. I couldn't help but grin when I heard her yelling over the phone. Sometimes I think Anthony enjoys pissing people off as much as I do. I stared at him as he hung up. He seemed about to say something when there was a knock at the door.
Well if it wasn't his ex-queenfriend. The very queen that brought Demeter in those years ago. Why don't I go leave a little something for Demeter to sniff out?