Mortimus? Mortius? Mortimer? Something like that. Repulsive little man that oozed the charm of a hag dipped in oil. Sorry, I was too busy thinking he was going to jab a needle in my arm. Never seen him before.
Your aunt has requested that Daphne and I have dinner with her and Rodolphus. Not sure what to make of that, other than to say 'Yes ma'am'. It sounds like a very entertaining evening.
Haven't got the vial. That very 'helpful' elf of Daphne's has disposed of it. Damn, I wasn't thinking.