He watched her for a moment, multi-colored eyes seeing not just her face, but past it, a little. "He'd be surprised you convinced me, I think." How many hounds were over three hundred years old? And Malkavian at that.
Another missing ghoul? Cian had, of course, heard of the first one that had gone missing, had heard that two Toreadors had found that first one, and it made him think of Chiyu. A streak of protectiveness flew through him, but he managed to calm it easily enough. "I should be getting home soon." And he needed to text Tristian.