"Plague me. Trouble seems to plague me," Amadeus corrected. Follow seemed like such a light way of putting it when instead it just kept falling into his lap at every turn. "Murder. Conspiracies. Witch hunters. Taking on abandoned baby Tremeres." Oh, he was sure that he was forgetting something. The list did seem never-ending with something new popping up on it at every turn. "Dealing with Primogen who don't understand what is off-limits and not to mess with what is mine."
He highly doubted that Sethius hadn't struck back yet just because of a few awful nightmares. More likely he was trying to figure out how best to strike back without Amadeus bring Armageddon down upon his head.
"All work and no play. Well, mostly all work and no play." Amadeus didn't bother to hide the faint smile on his lips as he let his thoughts stray to a certain blue-eyed Gangrel, his finger rubbing against the ring Ariel had given him as he did.