"Come in, come in," the Count said, as he waved you into his home with a bow. Admittedly, it was small for a castle, but it was still a castle. You eventually were led to a comfortable spot on a soft, velour couch, Behetoven still standing. "A pleasure to be your host tonight, dearest; I hope you'll enjoy my company. Might I interest you in some wine? I have quite a fine vintage I've been dying to open..."