"I am indeed, my charming chorister." He'd moved into his usual half-capering crouch as soon as she pointed the broom at him, a pose that he knew made him look more harmless and comical. Talk of private property and the fact that she was cleaning up the place was a potentially good sign; the 'M' logo that became easier to see when she got to the edge of the stage was an even better one. Meister had, of course, mentioned his henches before, and this woman seemed to fit the bill...

"I'm hoping that William Harris will be back before long, in fact. Unfortunately we've rather fallen out of touch over the last week or so. Have you seen him recently?"

Hopefully, of course, the answer's 'yes'; he's almost sure it's 'no'.