The Demon butler's ombre eyes pierce through your nervous form as he survey's the tea and snacks laid out on the table in front of him. After a moment he quietly closes the door behind him and fixes his eyes on you. "I was under the impression that I had told you to perfect these confections before lord Diavolo returned from his trip." He says, his tone clipped. "I suppose that I will not be able to entrust such tasks to you in the future."