"If you have some time on your hands. After all, you're the one who made the suggestion." Finish what you start, Mab, and don't look away from what it takes to get there.

"This way." He opened a door and descended down the steps to the basement, where Elsa's uncle was waiting. The man looked terrified; his eyes darted from Faust to Mab, but it was clearly the former he was worried about.

"Herr Heinemann," he said softly, amiably. "I'm sorry about that interruption. But now that my guest is here, we can begin in earnest, hmm? You can tell me what I want to know."