When Alastor first associates with the Hotel it is an absolute ball of a time! Husk is readily aggrivated as always, and so is Vagatha. He pulls japes to get patrons in a lather, haunts them until the pikers succumb to the fleeting repose of their temptations.
But, as the months pass, the same old hijinks start to become humdrum.
Charlie particularly is more entertaining when she's cheerful. It better suits the dame to be a live wire, not ever-duller and more despondent each day.
A shunned feeling, something other than his eldritch appetite, starts to nibble away at him.