The sun had nearly set by the time Marcel had chosen to leave his room. The old vampire would have looked for a human to sate his needs with, though the idea thought only made him want to feed less. He was dressed in what appeared to be similar to what he wore when the girls first came not even a day ago. A nice white shirt with a nice black and red vest. Damian was at his side the whole time he walked down the hall, and just silently walked aside him. At this time, he was sure Damian wanted Marcel to go to the dining hall like he usually did, that would be what would keep him at ease that he indeed was his normal self. Though, Marcel instead waved him off as they got closer to the dining hall.<br/><br/>It was sudden when Marcel stopped and told him to leave, though Damian would not make a big fuss of it. He raised his brow at Marcel's movement, but as he left, the lord felt at somewhat a peace unlike he had been experiencing as of late. Marcel tied his still free and hanging blond hair back into a ponytail. A few long strands poking out here and there before he managed to fix it. He seemed somewhat tired today, and lazy. It was a feeling he knew well, but this time it was somehow different... and was far more intense then it would usually be.<br/><br/>"It is so quiet..." he whispered softly to himself. Ruby like blood red eyes seeming lost in some way as he peered at the numerous art works in the hallways. He finally found himself in the kitchen as he peered around aimlessly. "I wonder, how many times I actually ate from this kitchen, and I mean in the human way" he murmured. After a second, he caught himself and scowled. Quickly though, he returned to a calmer state. Quietly, he pressed his finger to a counter and ran it along the top in a wide streak, then lifting his appendage to see how dirty it had gotten. "I suppose, Damian must keep it clean..." he said aloud, voice projecting a studious and almost critic like tone.