"That's exactly right," Huaisang confirms, following Carmilla's attention and also waving cheerfully at their unnerving surveillance. "There's some kind of spell that does it, though I don't know exactly how they find you out. It seems to wear off eventually, but my fear is that, you know. Sooner or later it won't wear off." He shudders at the thought of it.

Though he has no idea what Italian is and what would make for 'real' Italian, he lets that one go. There are enough things he doesn't understand in this situation. He can at least focus on the priority of figuring out what food he wants to order.

Her description is very helpful and clear, and he's learned in his time here what mayonnaise is, so that makes sense. He's not American either, and most of the 'new neighbors' aren't, so that comment sweeps past him without any additional implications weighing on it.

"My husband and I moved here in December," Huaisang says, putting on his bright and cheerful smile that the robbies will accept. "Of course, I was dreaming of the move since October, and let me tell you--I had some strange dreams! Some of them were downright frightening, of undead children attacking any house that didn't have festive decorations up!" Shivering in horror without losing his perky countenance, Huaisang nods earnestly as he continues. "Unfortunately, my husband vanished within the first week! I was talking to Mrs. Rosemary Craven about it." His eyes flick toward her. He's sure that Carmilla can't have missed her and her significance. "She explained how alcohol can be such a negative influence in the community, making men neglect their families and responsibilities."