Re: lakeside mansion: Hugh C./Aedan B.
"Whatever you prefer," Aedan replied blandly. There was once a time when he had loved wine, and rum, and anything they'd managed to get their hands on. Food as well, but that did nothing for him now, and nothing tasted as good as it had when he was human. Only one thing ever tasted good, and he'd partaken of that earlier, from a bag of donated blood. N ot the same as something fresh, but nothing ever was.
It didn't stop him from taking the offered glass and simply holding onto it for the moment. "Anywhere works, but the more space we have, the better. They used to be performed at crossroads on the weekends, when all the young people would gather to find someone to dance with." There was a little curve of his mouth, a fond memory lingering, but now they were in a home -- Hugh's home. It wasn't the same.
"And then in bars. So the steps only changed slightly to accommodate having others so close." Those weren't as well known to him, but he understood the variances.
"I'm afraid I've been more than playing at being the hermit, and I've been here long enough to know better," Aedan said with a laugh. Perhaps though, he could finally change that for the better. If the house guest that he was beginning to suspect was coming didn't muck that up. And that --- that he suspected he would find out once he knew who they were.
"It's--" he sighed and laughed again. "It's going. I have to remind myself that they are professionals and very good at what they do, and to quit worrying about my floors when they're working on the walls." And really, maybe it was age that was making him act thus. Or maybe he had some lingering affection for his old girl. He noted the smile though, and took a minute sip of his own wine. It was good, but the flavors were muted for him. A shame, it had been an excellent year and a damned good vintage when he was alive.
"And what of you? Anything new since last evening?"