[At least Henry appears (on the surface) a safe, amenable person to strike up a conversation with. He’s rather unassuming—though maybe he sticks out a bit in this town, new as he is to Abraxas in general—and fine with someone else leading the conversation along, wheedling and encouraging now and again. Attentive enough. Polite enough. He has the practice for it.]

Really? The idea of a vampire exists in my world, in myth and literature. Or as something that children like to dress up as on Halloween night.

[He wonders if that’ll go over this man’s head, though; or even more curious, if holidays were shared across universes.]

Companions? Others from your world have been summoned here, too?