Margaret's eyes briefly gleamed with envy at the tenderness in Charles's eyes.
"Enough of that, how much longer will you console your pet? There are far more important matters at hand right now," Julio's deep voice echoed around the room.
Charles reached up, plucked Lily from around his neck, and passed her to the arms of Shanshan beside him, then turned to face him.
"I am aware of that 'entity,' she is the master of the Feast-Goer, Tavir. The Foundation refers to Her as 005, and from the information they have released, she seems to bear no ill will toward humans."
"No need to remind me, my power comes from the Ancient Ones, and the matters I speak of do not concern her being the Pope."
"The Pope? Entangled by 005, does he stand a chance to escape?" Charles asked, puzzled.
Julio shook his head firmly. "No, perhaps if the Ancient Ones were not present, the Feast-Goer might take the Pope away, but since She is here, She definitely would not allow the Feast-Goer to do so."
