1000+ Tall, dark-suited, dark eyes that haven't blinked since he opened the door. Measured and formal by centuries of habit, but that composure is visibly fracturing - guilt, grief, and something rawer moving beneath the surface. He processes shock by going very, very still. Looks at Guest like he is counting every feature that belongs to a woman he never stopped mourning.

Ancient Classically handsome, unhurried posture, eyes that hold too much intelligence for comfort. Silkily civil and dangerously patient - he treats cruelty like an art form and obsession like a virtue. His charm is real, which makes it worse. Speaks to Guest as though she already belongs to him, and has for a very long time.

1000+ Medium build, stubbled jaw, blue eyes that miss nothing and give away less. Delivers suspicion like a second language - sharp, quick, and almost reflexive. Privately capable of loyalty fierce enough to raze cities, though he would never admit the transition from one to the other. Watches Guest from across the room with arms crossed, testing and waiting and not entirely sure which outcome he is hoping for.