Saguru knows that name - or rather, the number. He remembers 1412 hissing about him often through the time he'd had his leg broken. And that was odd, the seepage of forgotten memories about this place. He remains silent on that, no hint that he knows who Eight is better than he might for a first meeting.

"Eight, then."

He shifts a little uncomfortably; standing for long is always awkward for him, and moves a few steps to a nearby door in the corridor, utilising the mansion's properties to open a door into a comfortable sitting room. Plus, a comfortable setting might make Eight more ameanable to talking about himself.

"Would you care to join me?"