The sarcasm soared right over Gottlieb's powdered wig covered head, "For the most part. If it's a cloudy day, I can go outside then! It really is a bother. My town has a very lovely tavern, but otherwise not much going on once the sun goes down."

He opened his mouth to casually point out his fangs, as if he was sharing something mundane, "I luckily have friends in town who help me out when it comes to the whole blood situation ... oh no! That is a problem, isn't it?"

His expression darkened, "I am glad I had a late lunch, but that can only possibly last me a day or so... oh dear."