[Suzerain of Sheol]

Caught somewhere between wistfulness and cold reason, the numerologist replies. "My Servant and I have a functional rapport. It won't do to grow too attached, not with the fate that awaits him once we've won." Her attention is drawn briefly to the pulse of her mana through the Command Seals on her hand. It will not bring her any great displeasure to compel Rasputin's death as the final component of the Grail Ritual. The hoary old shade is well-used to betrayal.