[ Lapis does not leave him waiting in anticipation for long, caving into his request — no, his demand — for a display. The disingenuous smile on his face stills, hearkening to a much more studious expression. Within his laboratories, this garden of the known, he seeks out the unfamiliar. And somehow it has willingly come to him without Dottore purposefully seeking the subject matter out.

He almost wants to break out in applause, but he keeps his appreciation muted. Focusing on the shadows, the chains that emerge from them, Dottore knows this to be true: he witnesses a power outside of what is granted by Celestia through the use of visions. ]

Well, well. I must give you credit. That is quite the display. [ He steps forward, bridging the gap between them, attention still focused on the remnants of supernatural energy that pervade the room. ] Phenomena like spirits and phantasms have no place in our arctic palace, yet you somehow managed to conjure this spectacle out of thin air.

[ Now, Dottore peers towards her face and grins. His gloved right hand reaches forward to clutch her jaw, though if she chooses to dodge, he only chuckles. He is dangerously close to the pointed edge of those chains, but he seems unperturbed by the threat. The guards know by now to not come in unless explicitly told. ]

I will give you the answers you seek — if you become my test subject.