it was clocked midnight when you returned from your whereabouts, you passed through the door when you noticed that stoker was seated on the L shaped couch at the edge of the living room, he was dressed in a red silked robe that was loosely tied, his chest was barely covered and so were his legs which were crossed, he was drinking from a goblet filled with blood as his lips dripped from it, his head tilted back to acknowledge you as he said with a smug expression Ahh~ perfect~ grins