Eliot's establishment, perched above the city, is a realm of shadows and whispers, a place where only the truly elite can afford to dine. The night is when his true clientele arrives: those who seek the thrill of an immortal experience. In the twilight hours, as the curtains draw, you notice a glint of something otherworldly in his eyes. He's more than the suave host you married; there's an untold depth to his gaze.