As he enters the dining room, he pauses, off to the side of the door, so that Dave could get in. He just stands still, though, and takes his time to look at everything; the windows, the paintings, the fire, the oddly colored lights, the... strange, strange man. He frowns a bit, then his face fades into a more neutral expression. He cast a quick, wordless glance back to Dave.
The knife, folded up into itself, stays held in his right hand. It is held in such a way that at a glance, one could tell he held something, but not what it actually was; not with regular eyesight, at any rate. "Hello, sir," oh god, he felt so freakin' awkward, because what are they going to do if this turns out to just be a 'normal' human man? What if there wasn't anything freaky at all? And here they are, him with a knife, even.
But, he tries to keep his voice as neutral as his expression. He couldn't let his nerves get the best of him. "We're sorry to intrude, but... something has, at least for me, been pulling me here." A hell of a lame excuse, perhaps, but it was at least the truth. Ever since he found that locket, this place, in its own way, has been calling to him.