"I love colour." He's always wearing silvers and blues and purples. Brighter colours than his father's burgundys and blacks. "Father used to as well, before he was turned. A lot of jewel tones. And then once he was turned, he only wanted to wear dark colours. To embrace the night, he said."

Herbert sets his fangs against his lower lip and rolls his eyes, clearly thinking that's the silliest thing he's heard.