He deeply appreciated the things Amadeus did for him. From what he could remember, only his birth family had ever cared about his as much as Amadeus did. That sense of family was one of the best things he could ask for. He hadn't felt it with other Gangrel. He hadn't felt it in Hollywood despite his popularity. For a brief, shining moment, he had felt it with the band in Seattle but then it had come crashing down because they were kine and he was not. Now he had found it again.
Ariel laughed, letting every squishy, happy feeling show, "I really didn't. This priest knows we're both guys, right? Because I do have a very misleading name." He couldn't count how many times people had expected him to be a woman just because of a goddamned animated mermaid. "Either way, I should probably get this suit off before it gets ruined," he had promised to let Amadeus help this time so he arched an eyebrow, giving silent permission.