Laughing slightly maniacally he turned his calm gaze back to Scabior and said, "Of course you never see any rats. I hunt them, put out traps and baits... caught 16 of them yesterday. This is an old drafty castle, with holes everywhere, near a lake. They're everywhere!" He failed to mention what he did with them once he caught them. This pretty boy wouldn’t have a clue how to take care of a shoebox let alone a whole castle. His eyes drifted off again, fantasizing about rats overrunning the castle and scratching someone in his sleep. A smile slowly drifted back to his face which was starting to turn red from hanging by the ankles.