[Suzerain of Sheol]

The scene would be absurd in any other circumstance, even or especially among other Masters and Servants, yet nonetheless, the boy surges forward, its elbow snapping up at inhuman speed against the libertine lord's neck and driving him against the wall. There is no hint of anger or displeasure in the Dead Apostle's voice, merely statement of fact.

"You will have been informed about certain truths regarding the nature of this war. For your own benefit, I recommend you discard them. Neither you, nor I, have breathed human air for centuries now dead. I did not need the Grail's aid to bind you here, and I won't need these Seals to command your obedience."

Andreas relents, then, trusting that the point has been made. It is doubtful that this puppet could do any real harm to the Servant, but he suspects Byron now believes otherwise.

"That being said, I've no interest in unduly immiserating you, my lord. You may do as you wish until I have need of you. I will not require your protection."