The Count stood ready, as the young girl reared and turned. Would she attack? Would she bear her fangs? No! Instead she asked him if he was looking for the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow and said to the girl, "Not for anything in the world would I use the bathroom in this, the house of my enemy, except to desecrate his resting place and pay insult to his evil soul!"

He "harumph"ed, scoffed, and wriggled his nose. Then he drew himself up, regaining much of his lordly and regal bearing and said to the girl, "You should not be here. It's a dangerous place. The Marques is not to be trusted."

He turned and was about to walk away when a thought struck him, and he turned back to ask a question of great importance. He put his shoulders on her shoulders. His eyes widened and then he asked, "are... any of your young friends here? Hiding in the rooms? Unattended? Tell me! It is of great importance! Time is short!"