"Ambrose!" Emerson's voice went from even to stern and commanding within a second as he stood up, raising to his full height and holding a dignified posture that was usually carefully concealed in slouches. He felt his father in him within that very moment, but he wouldn't let the memories of a past long gone distract him. To be distracted in the face of someone old and powerful would mean his own death, and Emerson DeWitt was much smarter than all of that.
"What will you do if you go there?" he questioned. His voice was imperious as it echoed throughout the study. He had to remain perfectly in control. "You've not been invited in. You'll be at his mercy, and what good will that do her then? Is she safe? Think of that, think of it with your mind and not anger. What. More. Can. You. Do. Nothing. Not as you are. You need to calm down." Emerson rested his hands on the desk, leaning close, but not too close, to the vampire as he stared him right in the eye.