It's overcast, which means James doesn't have to be all "careful" while walking around outside, so he can in fact just walk around outside! It's nice to do that every now and then. And then there are a couple of packages he's expecting so he might enjoy this lovely unsunny day to visit the Post Office, why not.
"Aha. Yes, he's very fanciable, I understand. I'll be waiting here, thank you."
"I will, thank you very much! Have a nice day!"
Okay, and once he's out of sight - scent from inside the box?
Sigh. This isn't useful.
The guy disappearing suddenly is... ominous. That smells of kidnapping, no pun intended. He wraps the knife and the razor in the socks and stores them all inside his backpack. Part of him wants to give up now, to return and inform Yvette that her brother has disappeared, but - no. No, he has not done all he could.
He waits until night, until it's dark enough that no one will be looking, and returns to the bed-and-breakfast, but this time from the rooftop. And it's stalker time - he will try to go window by window to see if he finds anything, anything at all that's supicioius.
He runs around the place some more, trying to find anything out of the ordinary but - no, nothing. Okay, time to talk to more people. The following day is... not sufficiently overcast, so he grumps all day and decides to explore the surrounding area, far enough to not be seen sparkling.
(Also a pause for a snack, but no one from the village, just some animal somewhere.)
And then he can go looking for a certain maid...
Fuck. He was trying not to think of that, it's too much of a coincidence - but nearly all Blair's stuff was taken, why would that happen if it was a regular kidnapping? They wanted to make him - comfortable, keeping his things - fuck he might not even remember Yvette, James knows he had a sister only because he visited his town later and saw his family, he remembers her face but with no fondness, that would wreck Yvette -
- it might have wrecked his sister, he doesn't know, he never thought about it -
- he puts these thoughts out of his mind, smiles brightly, and says, "There's no need to apologize. Are you alright?"
"Please, wait just a moment. I wanted to ask you a question, it shouldn't be long." He doesn't quite reach for her but he does take a half-step towards her.
"A few months ago, a friend of mine was here - goes by Blair, legal name Albert. He's English. Then he - left, but we haven't heard from him since and his family is really worried. Do you know - anything, anything at all...?"
Fuckity fuck fuck. He furrows his eyebrows in worry. "Looked like me, like - the eyes, and skin? Were they looking for him specifically?"
"More or less, but we're - estranged. I don't like it that they found Blair and then Blair disappeared. Do you know anything about where they might have gone? Did they maybe have an accent?" Not that that means much, he learnt French after becoming a vampire and got a Parisian accent just because that's where he did it but it's something.
He nods, and smiles at her. "Thank you very much, madame, you were very helpful. If I find him I will be sure to come here and tell you."
He curses some more in a tone much too high for human hearing then starts looking around the town again, this time looking for evidence of vampires. Dead or kidnapped people, especially, but then he'll have to look around in other cities nearby to see if they suggest a direction - unless Liège gets news like that.