His fingertips dance over the silver clasps of his robes, shift left and settle over this heart. The slow bomp bomp bomp is pulsating in his ears, making his head throb but he doesn't seem to care. Doesn't even make a face. He had coniptions though, early, in his home. Broke an entire set of fine china because Astrophel wanted to fight the aching darkness settling in his blood.
The door creaks the smallest bit and he tilts his head as the shadows of what lay beyond the door almost seem to pour out of the place, almost seem to beckon him in. Astrophel steps forward, pushes at the door and slides through. The door shuts quick behind him putting him into complete black.
He says nothing, lets his eyes adjust and takes a long, deep breath until the scent is with him so strongly he can taste the blood in the air. Then he turns, able to see dimly but better because of a flickering flame. He adjusts himself, to face that counter, a devilish smirk uncurling across his handsome face.