It sounds like a good time for Ignatius to strut in, which he does. His flames roar out of the shadows, and he walks right up to the Count's throne like they are the best of friends.

"Elysium, eh?" he says, and then puts out a hand to shake. "Ah, good man."

The Count looks at Ignatius dully for a few extended moments before giving him the most cold fish handshake imaginable. Ignatius laughs and slaps the side of the throne, before leaning against it casually. He gestures at the assembled carnival members.

"You've got the mortals here, too. What could you be driving at?"