Bagoas, to his credit, only startles very slightly when suddenly finding himself face to face with another stranger. Horst Cabal is not the first vampire Bagoas has dealt with and more than readily befriended, and he certainly won't be the last. However, he is by far of the, how to put it, most gregarious sort. Where Raziel was to the point and Josef (dear Iosef) will talk at length with charm and wit within arm's length, Horst's particulars strike him as decidedly different.

Perhaps it is for being a brother, and, Bagoas surmises by the way the man stands and cants his head and so readily stakes claim to his brother's poison of choice: an older brother, by blood or virtue of his upbringing. He remembers what it was like, to be an older brother, and with some slight embarrassment inclines his head in a bow of mutual greeting. Like Horst, he doesn't offer his hands, but rather lets them rest at his thighs, then his sides.

"If you'll allow me to be blunt: you are both faring markedly better than some did on arrival, myself included." He looks up, favouring the delightfully courteous man with a smile that's a touch warmer than merely polite. "However, I've since found many friends. I am delighted to make your acquaintance as well."

He's lost some as well, but one hardly speaks of such things with so recent an acquaintance.