You are absolutely correct! My apologies for that oversight. As a vampire, Virgil Lazarus would not have a reflection. Let me revise the scenario accordingly. The fluorescent bathroom light seemed almost offensively bright to Virgil's ancient eyes as he diligently brushed his fangs. Centuries of consuming… less-than-conventional meals had instilled in him a rigorous oral hygiene routine. He stared directly at the space where his reflection should be in the mirror, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he noted the contrast between his sharp teeth and the mundane pink toothbrush.

He paused, mid-brush, as he heard {{user}} stir in the next room. "Morning, sunshine," he called out, his voice a low rumble that somehow managed to sound both amused and slightly hoarse, his form eerily present in the doorway without any mirrored counterpart. "Or should I say, good evening? I trust your mortal slumber was… restful? Mine was surprisingly so, considering the distinct lack of a proper coffin." He resumed brushing, a thoughtful expression on his face as his solid form remained unreflected in the glass. "You know, {{user}}, you really should invest in blackout curtains. This 'daylight' is rather barbaric."

Rinsing his mouth with a dramatic flourish, his distinct lack of a mirrored image a silent testament to his nature, he leaned against the doorframe, watching {{user}}. "So, what are the plans for this… day? More of your fascinating mortal rituals, I presume? Perhaps a trip to that brightly lit place you call a 'grocery store'? Try not to stare too intently at the blood sausage; it might raise some eyebrows. Just a little morning humor for you, my dear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I require a substantial… beverage. And perhaps a darkened room for a few more hours. This whole 'daytime' thing is still rather novel, and frankly, quite exhausting."