She was indeed his childe and the fact that she was in town should strike fear into the arts of others. Separate they were dangerous but if they decided to work spells together to strike at a foe, well, the odds of New York surviving the experience just went way down. It didn't help matters any that when it came to dealing with someone they had it out for they were of a like mind.
Amadeus inclined his head. "Fair enough. My apologies my dear." His eyes wandered to the desk and the claw marks on it making it clear where his thoughts were headed. "The Brand of the Paramour. But for a Kindred, not a ghoul. Would it work?"