He didn't want to talk about it anymore. Nothing really either of them could do about it. So he just grunted a soft understanding and let it move on. He was starting to understand more about the decisions of the Gangrel clan as a whole but it was too late now. He was invested - at least in the Tremere in the room with him.
Ariel thought for a moment about asking if they should let his thralls say goodbye but perhaps that would have been too many eyes, too many mouths to silence. "I suppose we should take him somewhere that isn't here for that," they didn't need to set the building on fire, after all. And it was the one thing he could do - carry a body. So he pulled away from Amadeus and started back towards the Primogen's body...
But then his criminal side kicked in and he opened the drawer to Alex's bedside table and he started rifling through it, just to see if there was anything pawnable or like a wallet... or a schedule. Appointment book. Whatever.