Shutting a book someone is illusionarilly writing in is like slamming a door in their face.
Rude.
Thus Like moved his attention elsewhere.
There was a mirror in the stables, well there wasn't, there was a large copper bell and this gave Like a somewhat bent image, but an image none the less.

Like saw Lord De Gravee inspect his horses. And boy were they impressive horses.
Now, I'm no fan, expert or in any way credible source on horses. But damned. Literally!
Standing 8 feet tall and black as night. I mean black to an extent it draws away the color from its surroundings.
Manes and tail composed of silver colored fire that flickered violently.
Hooves of mithril, fangs of obsidian and eyes that reflected the circles of their hellfire home.
These where no mere horses. As terrifying as the unicorn is rare, and just as majestic.
[h2]Nightmares![/h2]

Like animated the lords shadow and stepped out from behind him, his shape flickering from the light of silver mane fire.
"I see you are planning a hunt."
De Gravee nodded sternly without flinching or looking up.
"It's not public knowledge is it?"
De Gravee shook his head minimally in response while he judgingly peered at a terrified ghost servant who carefully attempted to put an expensive looking leather saddle on the beast, who in turn also peered at the ghost in frighteningly similar way. As if also judging.
"Because of Snazzy?"
...
"No matter how well you hide it, the moment people start dying he'll know."
The Lord looked his shadow in the eyes and finally spoke.
"Then distract him while we're gone. And try to do it in a way that keeps the guests entertained."
"Sounds like something I can do." If shadows could smile he would.