Well, it has to be something. The silence speaks for itself after a time.

"Ah." Is all Degas can say at first. Were this the first few days of new arrivals to the island he may have reacted more, but in the passing months Degas has encountered a man fused with metal, a young lady who spoke to herself, a young man claiming to be able to speak to spirits. Surely Mortanne had her reasons for bringing a vampire here.

"And by the lack of villagers dropping dead, am I to assume you do it in such a manner that doesn't bring them any harm?" The question is pointed, but shrewd. Seeking understanding rather than accusing.