A small evil grin curled the corners of Mineto's mouth. "Really?" he said. "How nice."

Then he began thinking of the shop itself. He simply could not imagine it ever going ignored as long as it kept bottled power on the high shelf. He was ashamed of those who bought power when they had the power to obtain it themselves. If you asked him, it was weak.

"None of them are as powerful as they make themselves out to be, you know; their infectious criminality is like a disease. They're also quite mad."