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Dorian glanced down at Love, the master with the pleasant autumn hair. He had obviously issued some warning. Dorian didn't mind, anything Love said, he probably deserved. He ignored it and replied, "Yes, Love, a splendid group indeed. You want to bet again on which one dies first?"

Of course, Love never did bet with Dorian on the groups that came to the House. But it was Dorian's personal mission to make Love seem less gracious than he was always trying to be. It always unnerved him that this master was so soft with the contestants. In earlier years, Dorian had really pushed Love, wanting him to become a much more harsh master. A few times he possibly pushed him too far.

Ellabelle the mutt-girl gave him a bit of a glower. She did not seem all too affected by his jab at her race. This was good, of course. No use in having anyone that broke too easily.

"Perhaps the apparent prep boy would then be willing to behave for headmaster, who appears not to be pleased, but seeing as you mind so much..." So the pup would stand up for itself. It was of no importance, simply a dumb animal yipping at a distraction.

Dorian laughed freely, placing his hands behind his back and leaning just a further bit outside the window. "My dear, the master does not dictate how I behave. But you being so considerate as to shed your dog skin, how can I continue being so rude?"

Ellabelle then returned to her previous form. Dorian cocked an eyebrow at her oh-so-kind gesture, and smiled in response to her unprompted advise on the superiority of a canine's bite over the constitution of a ghoul. Dear weary travelers, may you expect dog meat on the menu some time soon.