I have a picture in my mind of a dimly-lit room, a small table with candle, wine, red meat, moist brick walls, a dampness in the air, a certain murkiness in the atmosphere, and a 5370 on the wrist of a Count and a prospective victim. Vlad-like conditions if ever they existed. And the bite was felt, as you well know, even if not in full 5370 force and effect.