There's a smile your way the, child, as he goes through the routine motions of cutting and lighting his cigar.

"You are fond of reading, yes?" He's rising from his chair at that and walking towards the tall bookshelf lined with hardbound volumes. A glance over the shoulder as he pulls out two of those books and returns to his seat. He sets them on his lap, one palm skimming fondly over the leather.

"I don't suppose you've ever read the classic gothic works, Dracula... Carmilla."