[ If this had been any other situation, he might have felt the faint flicker of amusement at Grimm's predicament. It was rare to see the Troupe Master taken so off guard by...basically anything.

(Even with his ability to perfectly recall anything he desired, he had still had to actually search for a point of reference. It had been a long time since he had seen Grimm off-balance at all.)

Right now, though, any amusement he could have gleaned from it is mitigated by the fact that he had an experiment to run, and being trapped in one of the closets where he kept equipment was

not ideal, he would say. ]

If you didn't insist on making so many unexpected visits...perhaps this might have gone better.

[ He'd placed snares, more as an experiment than anything else. Always, always tinkering with security, with seals; preparing for the distant future, never really fixed in the present.

It often led to...little inconveniences like this.

(Who would experiment with traps in a personal space that nobody else came to? The Pale King would.

An incomplete seal shines dully in the darkness, clearly visible on the inside of the door.) ]

At least...you have provided some valuable information as to whether this seal pattern works.

[ He taps the closet's doors, to indicate what he's speaking of.

There's a faint hint of tension in his body, in his movements, but that's the only indication he might be irritated rather than just emotionlessly turning the problem over to discover another angle as he always does. ]