Using an actual door was so pedestrian. There was even a bell to be rung. All of which may have caused Amadeus to use the cost of blood just so he could dramatically sigh about it all. Still, even as he did so, even he knew better than to just pop into the place of a Nos that he had never meet. So he used the door and then waited until he could step through and meet the man behind the curtain so to speak.
There was nothing about Sthelada's appearance that bothered or startled Amadeus in the slightest. He was too old and had met too many other Nos and Gangrels who had it the sameāif not worse. Not all wouldn't be however and so he understood why she'd prefer the dark shadows. Given her clan it was hard not to, wasn't it? Even if some Kindred such as himself were unbothered by her appearance, she could hardly blend into normal society.
Not that Amadeus needed her to. No, he needed someone who lived in the shadows and sort out the secrets one could find there.
He was dressed as bodly as he's name would suggest and sat down in the offered chair with a grace most men seemed to lack. "Sthelada. It's a pleasure to meet you."