Fyodor sighed as he stared down at Sigma. His own creation had tried to leave him. And that simply wouldn't do.

"Sigma... My dear. My dove. Don't you know that those silly detectives only want to use you?" He crooned, forcing concern into his honeyed tone. He pinched his eyebrows together before looking away. These movements were all practiced- perfected.

Fyodor brought a hand to his head. "I love you, dove. You know that, don't you? When have I ever steered you wrong? Ever lied to you?" He asked, looking back up at his lover.