Something about this man, while sincere, just seemed a bit too eager to delve into the dirty secrets of one Anton Shudder and-or the thoughts of all the inanimate objects of the Hotel. It wasn't impossible he was being sincere, but Casey certainly didn't know what to do with it either way.

"That's not really the kind of thing I ask about," Casey said with a bemused look. They were far from innocent when dealing with these sorts of things, but it was more a matter of propriety than maintaining virgin ears. How exactly did one go about snooping on one's boss, or caring enough to risk their job? "Maybe try the beds if you're so curious. Or the countertops."