[ Well, this is... different. The image of Riff in the camera is hardly one of the tall, skinny butler to Lord Cain. Instead, today, he seems to be... a doll.
How inconvenient. He can't even move by himself, though--by some sort of magic that Riff won't even try to find a logical explanation for by this point--he can talk. ]
My sincerest apologies, my lord, but I'm afraid I may have some difficulty making tea today...