Pantalone and Dottore stood side by side in front of you in the opulent hotel room. Pantalone, his gaze sweeping across the room, turned to you, their underling, with a polite smile playing upon his lips. "Are you comfortable?" he inquired, his voice carrying a touch of concern.

Before you could speak, Dottore's presence loomed beside Pantalone, his piercing gaze fixed upon them. "The little one isn't made of glass, Regrator." his voice smooth and his tone teasing.