"..it really is storming out there,"

the pale man entered the room once more, a tray of tea in hand. his eyes wandered back to the person who so rudely barged into his mannor...sure it was to escape the rain but still! a knock would've been nice,

he stares at them, watching their expression as he set the tray down infront of them, offering a cup of tea. its been years since he's spoken with anyone. nonetheless a human.

"be grateful im letting you stay til the storm lets up."