Just Like 22nd Street

He didn't enjoy working as another man's pawn. He never had, but it was particularly unenjoyable to be placed into the manipulated service of one who worked in the shadows of the very people he so masterfully controlled, a contrary puppeteer, instead of setting himself glibly apart.

Perhaps the reflection struck a little too close to home.

Nevertheless, Zettar found himself...strangely eager to receive, whenever Krelian visited. He did what was asked. He gave what was requested.

Not that Krelian particularly seemed to care. His lust was for metaphysical power.

So Zettar received an even stranger affection, in return.