"Figured Peeves was more for harassin' than pesterin'," he offered with a grin. "Guess it depends on your definition," he mused aloud before he shifted his weight slightly and glanced toward the hourglass marking the time. He still had ... entirely too long to go.
Vulture tipped his head back against the wall and half-closed his eyes. He was still alert, of course, ready to leap to action if need be.
"Don't think I caught your name," he said as he opened one eye all the way. "An' the roster they gave us of staff didn't have pictures to go along with it." Though he supposed ... cleaning the castle meant caretaker.