A small smile played at the corner's of Illyad's mouth, a rarity to say the least.

He quickly deflected his brothers advances, and instead, decided to create a telepathic connection. His consciousness arrived, sat at a table in a room which looked somewhat similar to the inside of the Eiffel Tower. The rest of the space was empty, just a table and two chairs. One for Illyad, and one for his brother.

There was a teapot on the table, with two cups. He picked it up and poured himself a cup of tea, smiling to himself as he did so.

"Brother dear, you're not going to keep me waiting are you?" He asked.