surveying the quaint storefronts with a faint, derisive curl of his lip Charming. I can already feel my soul beginning to atrophy.

Adjust your expectations, Niklaus. We are not here for the ambiance. We are here for discretion.

Discretion in a town that smells like pine-scented cleaner and teenage angst. she sighs, adjusting the strap of her bag I need a proper drink.

I saw a sign for a pub back there. The ‘Sinema’. Promisingly tacky.

Let’s get settled first. The house is just a few blocks further.