Having just woken, he needed a shave. Without a mirror, that could be tricky. The possibility of spilling his own blood filled him with a mix of fear and fascination. But he was well-practised with the blade.
Just as well, he mused. The scent of blood, even of his kind, may rouse the ancient ones, and that would not be good.
When they had last walked, so many years ago, the House had paid dear.
It was one of the disadvantages of having no reflection, that and being unable to check his garb before a night out on the village.