It was the 'another century or so' that was the problem. But there were things that she could do now, inventions of her own design, that would put the fear of God and Cain in sensible Kindred of even their line. But that was as may be. Right now, she was going to start with the small stuff.
She grinned, her tongue between her teeth, just enough to reveal the silver ball residing there. "My partner and I have been working very diligently to perfect a technique - infusing Tremere magic in tattoo ink and have it still be viable. Might be of use for you and your hounds?" Her smile turned innocent which she wasn't very good at but there it was.