Gregory looks sorrow-fully back at the house. He was shaking as much from fear and adrenaline as from sadness at the butler's death. He allowed himself a few moments of this before springing back into his usual self...
He lit up a cigarette and inhaled the sweet, sweet nicotine. He smiled again and sprang to his feet.
"Right, yes, I'm Gregory, Swinton, and I'm an alcoholic" He smiled. "Hah, no, only joking" he said as he took out his hip flask and took a draught of whiskey. He takes Finch's hand and gives it a good shake. "Ohh, strong shake there, always a good sign".
"Hello again Rachael".
He turns to Audrina "So you must be Audrina, I saw you earlier" He takes her hand and kisses it softly "My Lady."
"Now" he says, turning to Val "I don't remember seeing YOU around earlier. He takes her hand and kisses it too. "A pleasure, my lady".
"Never let it be said that chivalry is dead. I had water and sandwiches inside for everyone but, well, Captain Mc-knifey is in there and I'm not too interested in going back."
He looks up at the signs. "Righty oh. Well, Death is, death so I'm not too interested in that. Now Oblivion! Good word that, rhymes with... Hmm, Pacillion? A bit. Well, I'm up for Oblivion then."