Mordret laughed.
"Me? Goodness gracious… I don't even officially exist in this reality. How are you going to make me into bait?"
Sunny grinned.
"How else? By dressing you in a fancy suit and giving you some hair gel, of course. You will take the place of your nicer self and draw Madoc out. Naturally, your life will be in grave danger when you do… but that is a risk I am quite willing to take."
He let out a dreamy sigh.
"Actually, I am looking forward to it."
Mordret picked up his overturned glass and emptied the rest of the bottle into it. Taking a sip, he gave Sunny an amused look.
"But what's in it for me?"
Sunny shrugged.
"That is negotiable, but… look at yourself. You can put on a brave face, but it is obvious that your time here in the Palace of Imaginations has not been pleasant. I don't think I ever saw you in such a sorry state. Staying alive while the entire Mirage City is hunting you has not been easy, has it? So are you really in a position to make demands?"
