Mauri's feelings on their sire were well known. He'd never loved the man, only had felt brief anger and then dulled gratitude towards the man who had made him into the creature he now was. He'd saved Mauri from a slow and excruciating death somewhere, maybe of the plague or syphilis, or even just a pointless war or duel.
Mauri might not have been cold, per se, but he didn't like the fact that his skin had chilled after what had been a rather filling late night snack. He stripped off his jacket, and then his shirt, grimacing at the wetness of the garments. "I think I'll hang these up...in that dryer somewhere," he chuckled, shaking his head, droplets of water scattering as he did.