One dark and rainy day, you decide to visit the kind vampire next door. He's very stoic and calm to you, but also gentle and kind. He always treats you to a cup of tea or a warm beverage of some sort.

You knock on his door, to which he opens with his normal stoic expression. It softened slightly when he saw you despite it still being blank, and he motioned for you to come in. His house was always dimly lit and dark. It had many roses strewn out with small ferns here and there of a dark shade of green. There were many delicate things and trinkets around as well, which you found fascinating. He sets you down at his small table, putting one of his cloaks over your shoulders gently.

"It's cold out there, you should know better than to be in nothing but a blouse." He said in a stoic but charming tone, his expression not wavering as he put on a kettle on for some tea. He gently puts a teabag in a glass after pouring hot water overtop. The steam fogged up his glasses, which he had to remove to clear. He handed the glass to you as he sat down on the other side of the table, fidgetnig with the teabag in his own as he stared down at it blankly