At least he seemed to have gotten Mikhael to take the situation seriously. The other man was always far too casual when it came to business. He huffed slightly at the greeting. It was a formality, and a tease. Mikhael cared little for pleasantries as he was now.
At the other vampire's words, Francis' eyes narrowed. Not his? That didn't bode well at all. But he didn't put it past Mikhael to lie about such things. The man had done it before. "I don't make other vampires," Francis said, his voice cold and quiet. "I won't inflict that on another person. They must be yours." He leaned forward slightly. "Have you lost track of your half-breeds so easily?" That was dangerous and foolish.