Victor could see that the barmaid was becoming rather perturbed with him and his friend, Lucius.   He could never understand why people had such quirks about themselves, which was why he preferred the company of fire;  fire was quite predictable.<br/><br/>“No need to prepare a room, barmaid, the roof  will suffice quite fine. Tell me,” he said, eyes wide with wonder, “does the roof have a shallow slant to it that would allow me to perch my eyeglass?”