He could almost feel the hairs standing on the back of his neck. Had he been in wolf form, it would have been very much like raised hackles. Instead, he had tension running down his back making him straighten up even as he remained in Amadeus's lap, not even noticing the touch - or if he did, he only continued to tense up. Christ, this was just getting worse and worse. None of the pieces actually made sense but that just meant --
"We're gonna have to find one of these 'divine agents' and torture the shit out of them, aren't we?" He decided not to mention how they were both right about inside and outside forces working against the Kindred of the city. "I mean, I'm sure you have a more logical next step." Because Ariel sure didn't.