Sthelada nodded. "I don't envy him that," she admitted. "My sire was active in Boston's courts for over a century. It did not suit me though. I prefer being in the trenches, as it were."
That was a relief, except she couldn't imagine a Rose becoming obsessed with one of the Hidden in any positive way. "I may need to make note of this Toreador," she murmured wryly. "To avoid him or her. But I am glad nothing ill likely befell him. My clan are fewer and fewer these nights."