The castle hadn't seen any guests in a long time. It was time to liven this place up a bit. The warm air from the water surrounding the castle, Midnight Grandiflora, smelled sweet and fresh, and helped to air out the drafty place in which he dwelled. Opening a window at the main entrance, his maid, Bridgette, passed him, and he turned to her, gently grabbing her arm for her attention. "Do you have all the rooms prepared for the guests when they arrive miss Dale?" He asked his maid, hard brown eyes digging into her, his eyes the only thing that suggested anything of his age, and his age was certainly something he strove to keep secret. Even Bridgette didn't know his real age. "Yes Sir." She did a slight curtsy to him, and he gave a nod before combing a hand through his brown hair, his brown hair and dark brown eyes accented by his incredibly pale skin. "Good. I want to make sure the guests are comfortable." He purred, then sighed, and allowed Bridgette to carry on with her duties before turning to the large window that looked out to the lake. Even though it didn't overly matter to him, seeing as they would never see him anyway. Still, even Gregor got lonely, even with Bridgette, his Thrall, around. And, just like humans, he liked something else to feed on every now and then. Therefore, the main reason behind his guests. Moving away from the window, Gregor strode over to the electric fireplace, which was made to look about as old as the castle walls themselves. But, being what he was, he refused to have fire in the place. He turned on the fire place, and it popped and crackled as the fake flames came to life. It warmed his skin, and he looked at the blasted device with irritation, even though the fire wasn't real. Still, he knew humans fancied it for whatever reason, and would offer them a false sense of security when they first stepped into the main entrance, which just alone was quite exquisite. Making a few more adjustments to make things look more pleasing to the guests as they entered, he sighed and combed both his hands through his auburn locks, taking one last look around. The sun was starting to make its ascend into the sky, and it was time for him to sleep. Bridgette passed by him again, carrying a golden tray with crystal glasses filled with Champagne. Again he stopped her. "Daylight comes. Be prepared to greet the first arrivals. You know what to do..." When she nodded at him again, he grunted and left, disappearing to his hidden sleeping place for the day.