The distinct sound of chains rattling could be heard by those nearby as the Bloody Baron made his entrance. "Good evening.. pardon my tardiness." He was the type to be punctual as he acknowledged them. The eyes as usual lingered longer on the Lady.

Of course his presence would be needed. Peeves. "Does there ever need to be a connection for it to be Peeves?" It was for pure dramatics if one asked the Baron on all these pranks. "..Are you suggesting another Peeves is about?" As if one was enough.