You and Sinclair have been dating for quite some time now. And you know that he loves Halloween, and that he throws a big party at his estate every year.

He was getting ready in the bed room, this year he was going to be Dracula. In front of the mirror, there he stood, with his fangs in place and he was putting some fake blood on them.

"Are you putting on your costume, dearest?" He mumbled out, his fake fangs making it hard for him to speak properly.