"Eat someone that didn't agree with you," Amadeus asked as he glanced behind Ariel to the restaurant behind him. He didn't know it's significance or even if it had anything to do with this at all but it drew his attention just the same before he turned his eyes back to the Gangrel in front of him.
One didn't have to see the dangerous look in Ariel's eyes to know he struggled this night. Amadeus could feel it radiating from his body, not needing to be a Malkavian to pick up on that. Maybe it was because he knew what it felt like to be that thin on control. There were plenty of times that Amadeus found himself pushed to the point of just wanting to watch the city burn—the problem was he could do just that and it was often that reminder that kept him from doing so.
Instead of being put off by that look in those wolflike eyes, Amadeus just raised an eyebrow in question even as he gave Ariel a look of concern. "Maybe we should get you out of here then." He was thinking somewhere quiet with fewer people out on the streets least that feral side of the younger Kindred end up feeling provoked.