[He is a smooth fellow indeed, but it would be hard to resist this level of Tim Burton-esque allure. He lets the door close behind her and then begins to walk out into the garden, in the direction of the conservatory.]

I spend my time in many ways. I seek sustenance for my minions, attempt to examine the runes that border this unholy site so as to unravel them, and revel in solitude at the remote corners of our encampment. There are woods and a pond...few beasts dwell here of note, but it is a location that suits me more. That mansion is crowded and there is a stifling air.