There was relative silence after the joke. Then all of a sudden, as if the devil himself instigated it, there was a giggle, that eventually erupted into a huge fit of maniacal and comical laughter that sent Undertaker to the floor, making him roll around for a time.<br/><br/>"Ohoho, Mr. Wayne, you knocked me for a loop with that one! That joke never gets old! Ahaha! It was a lot more funny if you knew the poor sap! Hahahaha..,, ooooh.... blissful laughter." Then the morbid mortician stood up straight. "Alright then. To the info. My previous guests weren't harmed in any way, save for several puncture marks on their skin and bloodstream." The Undertaker pulled out a bone shaped biscuit (cookie) and ate it.<br/><br/>"Puncture marks?" Ciel asked.<br/><br/>"Yes, they were given a high dose of a rare essence of flower, mixed in with some other drugs, turning a plant meant for confronting your innermost fears, into a deadly weapon of frantic hysteria. Which is quite, odd. Something rotten is going on in Gotham with this business what." The retired Reaper turned to Ciel.  "A little bird told me you were back into your Guard Dog mode my dear Earl, perhaps the descendant of your oldest family friend could help you establish old connections?"<br/><br/>"I highly doubt Lao's underworld empire has lasted this long. Besides, the GCPD would think me a crooked Private Eye." Ciel stated. "Mister Wayne, does this info satisfy you?"