[They hum, scratching their chin. There's a hint of irritation to their body language, not directed at Lazarus himself but rather at the whole situation.]

I am in the regrettable position of being locked out of the loop on this. I don't believe the homeowner is a trusting sort, though, so that makes sense. After-all, he doesn't even share his true name. [It's a private joke, with themselves. They do share their "true name" but it's only as true as any illusion. They have no identity that cannot be stripped away.]

You asked if I'm here for Paul? You should clarify. Did you mean the party, or in this gruesome saw trap of a study? The answer is, of course, yes to either. But that implies some level of concern.

I want to know why. I have a vested interest in his wellbeing. [For selfish reasons, of course, and for reasons that spawn from a more sensitive shade of their rotten heart.]