"And why, exactly, were you heading to Latveria?" he asked, stalking towards her and the armoire. He eyed the dress with distrust, and the look didn't go anywhere when he turned his attention to Layla. The Island had been a reprieve from all of her mindgames and machinations; he had a feeling that wouldn't last for much longer, at least not while they're here.

"What haven't you been telling me?"