He seems to snap serious for a second. “You ever fought one of those automatons of his? A fall down the stairs wouldn’t stop them.” He smiles again, although less wide this time. “Although, it was a pretty hard fall. Also, ever heard of Gores? Nasty bat-things, perfect for dark places like this. Plenty of corpses to feed on, too. Though we’d probably smell them if there were any.” He sniffs, and then wrinkles his nose, his eyes widening. “Actually …”
And then laughs again when you blanch.