Mozenrath? Some foreign world or at least a language Vlad didn't know. Of course, he was hardly in shape to be throwing stones at other's names, considering his parents had named him Vlad.

"Well, how is it being Mozenrath today? Not going well?" Fake-sympathy, ignoring the way the man was turning away from him. It wasn't exactly making friends, but honestly, someone with such a bad attitude couldn't be too much of a threat to Vlad's security here. What would he say? 'Don't trust that Vlad fellow, he was polite when I tried to ignore him.' First the stress of the night with Daniel, then the intellectually stimulating but serious discussion of breakfast... Vlad had some relaxation earned.