"Then I'm going to rip out his bloody pathetic throat and remind this city what that initial stands for," he says, squeezing her hand back. She knows who he is and what he can do. He hasn't hidden the monster he is from her and he sees no reason to start now.

He felt that magic close around them, frowning that she felt the need for that protection. Shifting in his seat, turning to face her more fully as he considers her.

"About maybe as much as you likely know about Original vampires. What does that have to do with your illness?"

He's getting an inkling but he wants the answer from her and suspects it may well change his plans should he be recognized later.