The Count strolled through the empty halls of the castle, listening to Conviction blabber on about his most recent studies on criminal ideology.

The man was rather content to listen to the younger all day, relishing the peaceful vibes that seemed to flow through the halls as the pair walked along; Conviction waving his arms about as he explained what he had delved into and the Count humming and nodding along with his hands clasped behind his back, listening intently to every word.