[There's a power in letting people underestimate you; it's certainly been one of his own greatest assets. It kept his own former masters complacent for years--until it was too late. That's the problem with people who think they have all of the control.

He glances around as if searching for something or someone, and continues.]

I believe someone here was carrying some sort of stringed instrument around, though I know neither where they went nor what it was called.

[Eh, he gives up. That guy's nowhere to be seen and he's not searching forever. He looks back at her.]

Would you like ghost stories specifically, or would any bone-chilling tale of horror do?