Andreas took up his napkin and positioned it so he wouldn't drip blood from the rare meat on his clothes. He lifted his silverware and started cutting into it. What was for dinner tonight? It was probably cattle's meat, but it wasn't unthinkable that it be something which was once sentient. "Actually," he said after a moment, "I believe we have another visitor tonight. Show them in. But, unless it's urgent, have them wait in the entry hall. I'd like to enjoy at least one helping of my meal in peace."<br/><br/>That was one command he didn't expect to be followed. The matter was<span style="font-style: italic">always</span>urgent. Besides, at this time in the late afternoon it would be difficult to<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>interrupt his dinner. His camouflage was good: better than many demons with traits as strong as his. His human guise looked natural, save for the albino features, he'd trained himself (to an extent) to abandon his nocturnal ways, and he'd studied human customs thoroughly. However, his monstrous appetite and choice of food was something he simply couldn't work around. No, he expected whatever visitor he could vaguely sense at his doorstep to be standing in front of him in a matter of moments.