Duckula raised an eyebrow when the fancy man said his strange phrase again, confused entirely as to what he could mean by it. What a strange expression. "My suit? Well it..." Duckula didn't want to scare the guy. He was sick of being ran away from as soon as he mentioned he was a vampire, before he could explain. Fortunately, people around here were alright. This guy, he didn't think would be. "Actually, my butler, Igor, got it me, I'm not entirely sure where from." Much better than saying, 'well, it was here when I was re-incarnated. Came with the body and all.'

"And I am Count Duckula. Nice to meet you, Sir Percy." Duckula returned the bow, rather unsure of himself, but the man was a Sir.