Perhaps it is an obvious thing, this play to get him into the house. But there is a truth here, a fact that Bruno doesn't know but Kronid had been counting on.

The fact that a vampire needs to be invited in.

The hand in Bruno's grip is cold, as cold as the shallow grave he had clawed his way out of at nightfall. "I'm pleased to meet you, Bruno. And I would gladly accept that invitation. I hope it isn't too late for you and yours, mind, but I would be glad of the hospitality."

Not that he can eat human food. But he has answers for that.