[He's less entertained by their eyes meeting, instead dropping his gaze when he gets caught. At least he's got something to stare at when that hand wraps around his and twists the door open. Why does he feel like that could have been a crushed hand if Leoben had wanted?]
Oh, hey, come in. At least I know now you're not a vampire, huh.
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Oh, hey, come in. At least I know now you're not a vampire, huh.
[Damn robots inviting themselves in.]