"We're in Latveria," Layla said.

"In some pretty swanky digs. So, castle von Doom, obviously." She looked around the bedroom suit, at the divan, the broad oak desk, the pitcher of water, the crystal stemware that seemed a bit ostentatious for water glasses.

The huge, immensely inviting sleigh bed.

"At least there's no tapestries of Reed Richards being beheaded or anything."