As Cater speaks, Riddle's lip curls in a sneer. With a snarl, his hand suddenly comes up and makes a fist in front of him.

Effortlessly, the Phantom seizes Cater and picks him up, bringing him close to Riddle. He lifts his other hand, the blot claw dragging over Cater's neck and leaving an inky trail in its wake.

"I should have your head ten times over for your mockery.

"Acting as if you weren't just standing by their side. As if you weren't willingly attacking your queen."

Then the hand comes up and roughly grabs Cater's chin, Riddle's gaze sharp and piercing.

"This is your final warning. Do not insult my intelligence."