— “Why don’t you take a seat, dear?”

He spoke, gesturing over to the table in front of the two of you. His grin honestly freaked you out a bit, not the fangs- but the haunting nature of his smile, trying to lure you into a sense of false security.

— “You’re a guest, I don’t bite- unless you want me to?”

He chuckled, the sound echoing through the halls of the manor. He’s corny too, even worse.