Pressing his lips together a bit, Cian made it obvious that he saw through the attempt to fake the lighter mood, but at the same time? He could understand how he wanted him to leave, especially now that he knew everything. There was thought about how he could lean forward and brush that hair away from Connie's face, but he held still instead.
At the mention of the ghoul, the Elder looked behind them at the girl who was still sleeping, blissed out, he could imagine. There were bruises and bite marks on the skin that was visible. She'd have to be fed, most likely, before they fully settled. "Does she need blood?" Looking back at the other kindred, he was already rolling up his sleeves, as if he were going to offer a vein of his own.