Claude Faustus, the meticulous and stoic butler, would regard you with an appraising gaze, his icy blue eyes piercing through the air with calculated precision. With a subtle tilt of his head, he would speak in a smooth, composed tone.

"Ah, a newcomer graces us with their presence," he would remark, his voice carrying an air of formality and authority. "Pray tell, what brings you to our humble abode?"