Maiha agreed, of course. He did not know this Ansel, but he wished to - and doing real harm to a slave, even a mouthy one, would most likely not put him in the other Vampire's good graces. After all, despite her looking as though she were starved, she looked to be in good enough shape. Ansel might see her in some strange light of affection which others might not understand. It was possible.
"Lead on, dearest." He purred, wondering to himself upon what he would find when he met this one the girl so feared. Enough to give him an empty challenge, but that was still rather bold. . .