I was planning on dressing, before I was so rudely interrupted.

[Still, he takes the proffered towel from Cassian's hand. The memory of such gestures repeated many times over the centuries. A single act of courtesy, and servility towards one of his station.]

A friend of yours... close friend by the sound of it. Do you know Luke? [The vampire asks as he wraps the towel around his waist. His face is emotionless and he curiously peers over to watch the other man's expression.]