Sir Albrecht nodded to the two men as they came to introduce themselves, knowing full well the sign of subservience that was indicated in a bow and, as their superior, not needing to return the gesture. He could not say that he was too fond of anyone who seemed like he belonged in the clergy- he ignored religion, for the most part, only doing the absolute necessary so that this God might leave him be- but at least he seemed to have some of the same customs as they might have back home. Kyril, however... he had liked him at first sight, he seemed like a tough man, but when he reached out to take his wrist he could not help but feel some aversion at being touched. Nevertheless, he allowed his steward to take hold of him and press his palm to his forehead; in some sense, this gesture was even more servile than a bow, which von Schwarz approved of, yet he still was not too eager to be tactile, especially considering the otherworldly cold in his body. How much did this Kyril know of vampires? He of course did not ask, but the question still hung in his mind.<br/><br/>Ah, the cellar; perhaps Kyril knew, after all. If Wulf could trust him, that was all well and good, but he would need to ask later how much information this pair had. He listened politely to Wulf's description of the men, looking to each of them in turn politely, as if to confirm their presence, but as he finished mentioning Jurgen, he spoke up. "Ah, so you are Torsten's relation. I look forward to meeting your uncle, I am sure he will be of great service to us... as will you."<br/><br/>He waited for a moment. "I do not wish to interfere with your affairs in managing the household; I have a great many responsibilities as lord of this manor, and can trust that you will be able to carry out your duties, though I expect you will report of any pertinent details. Nevertheless, I do not expect to, nor do I wish, to have no participation in these household affairs. If there is anything of decided importance that you wish to inform me of as concerns this manor, or something that you believe that you require my assistance with, please state it now." In the back of his mind, Albrecht remembered that, all too often, those who dealt with lords were much too humble to speak of any problems, allowing them to build up until they reached a crisis. The Ritter could not care less for such misguided humility. "I will render aid, if that is needed, without any rancor. But I will become quite cross if there are situations withheld from me now that I am forced to deal with at greater peril later on." His words, and tone, were clear enough; maintaining order, not propriety, was his greatest objective.