Conrad tends to forget that his references might not land in Hell. But, anyway, it's always nice to run into someone who gets what he's talking about and doesn't just give him a weird look.

"Yeah, and with how messed up this hotel is, who knows what you're going to find? The last thing I can remember is heading toward my bedroom, but instead of going in there, I wound up here." He goes to inspect some of the bathroom stalls... Or he gives them a once over, opening and closing each one. "Too bad there's nothing really obvious to check out. No secret bookcases that open up into a door or anything. Since it's a bathroom..."

Lucky for Conrad, he can't even drink the water. And he can be glad that he's not particularly thirsty at the moment. Not that he goes around biting people, anyway. He's a relatively harmless vampire. But, be that as it may, he wouldn't expect anyone to feel comfortable being locked in a room with an undead bloodsucker.