Horst smiles the smile of a man who's not sure how quickly his answer to a question is going to get him marched to the gallows. This shows his over-large eye teeth in obvious reply. "Oh, dear," he says, "Is it that obvious? I really do have to do something about my complexion, vampirism does nothing for me. Maybe rouge." He sighs in a show of greater nonchalance than he feels. "I used to be such a handsome lad."

His voice softens -- perhaps this is the best time to broach a touchier subject. It seems his companion may be able to relate somewhat. "What about yourself? Did you die here in captivity, or was it before you were brought here?"