Castle of Devils

Virgil Insults Twilight and It Was Just A Cat (Or Was It?)

Warnings: talks of not eating, supernatural stuff, a scene from a scary movie explained in detail, demon mention I think that’s it, let me know if I missed any.
This chapter has multiple hints, but there's a big hint tied between the noise and the movie scene.

Roman frowned as he ate while sneaking glances at Virgil, who, yet again, wasn't eating. He had wanted to immediately bring up his question about the Disney living room but his suspicions rose up again as he noticed his host had gone yet again without eating. Roman supposed it wasn't fair to say that Virgil didn't just eat in the time they spent together but it was weird to never have seen him eat with him. Maybe he just didn't feel comfortable eating in front of him? Roman nodded his head. Yeah, that had to be it. It had to be.

He cleared his throat. “I, uh, noticed that you had some themed rooms.”

Virgil's grey eyes lit up like glittering silver. “Ah, yes. I thought it would be fun to decorate the rooms according to a theme.”

Roman felt himself smiling at the others clear excitement despite himself. “Yes. I found them very well done and I really liked the themes.” Roman shifted slightly and looked down, only mildly embarrassed. “My, uh, favorite one was the Disney one. And, uh,” he bit his lip as he glanced up at Virgil. “I was wondering if, it'dbeokayifIsleptorjusthungoutinthatroomsometimes?” Roman trailed off into a mumble that was so quiet that Virgil surely couldn't have heard. He took a deep breath and prepared to repeat his question.

“Of course.”

Roman froze. What?

“While you're here, this castle is as much your home as it is mine. Feel free to do whatever you like.”

Roman blinked. “How did you even hear what I said? I wasn't exactly that audible.”

Virgil’s eyes moved away with a shrug. “I have good hearing.” Was his explanation.

Roman frowned and remembered a question from much earlier. “Uh, the villagers.” Virgil's eyes shot back over to look at him. Roman gulped slightly. “They warned me about the castle. And they said there were monsters and devils in here. Do you know anything about that?”

While he was talking, Roman had looked anywhere but Virgil. After he finished, he took a deep breath and looked up, staring Virgil straight (gay) in the eyes. Virgil was quiet for a few minutes. His eyes searched Roman's for, something, Roman wasn't quite sure. “This castle has been in my family for centuries Mr. Prinz.”

Roman frowned slightly, unsure how this had anything to do with the villagers. “I am sure you are aware of the most famous of the Stoker family, Abraham Stoker?”

Roman blinked.

Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed. “Perhaps you know him better by his nickname, Bram.”

Roman gasp. “Oh! You mean Bram Stoker! The writer of Dracula ! I was wondering if there was any relation.”

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, that's sort of the reason the castle was nicknamed Castle Dracula.”

Roman's nose crinkled as if he had smelled something funny. “I didn't think Bram was a nickname. I assumed that was his legal name.”