Victor steps in front of the mirror and looks at his reflection. For a moment, it's just him, staring back at him with familiar brown eyes.

Then, suddenly, those eyes turn pitch black, and there's a suggestion of things moving under his mirror-self's jacket. He grins. "It works!"

"It's a start, at least," the King agrees. The location of his voice is odd -- Victor's lips clearly move, but it almost seems to come from the mirror.