Perhaps he could. Vampires are consummate predators, and liches are...well. They have their own set of priorities. He sits in a chair not far from Doul and watches him for a few moments. The eyes are so strange, in their metal sockets. All the delicate, wet organs fare poorly in time, but the opalescent whiteness of these eyestones had not half the power of the gray spoked netting of Uther's irises.

"However you manifest, whenever you are at loose ends, I need only look in a library to find you."