"He is a childer of just a few weeks. His body was so damaged from injury that he took a vast amount of time to re-awaken in comparison to the general number of Kindred. He has extremely heightened senses, and being Brujah, no doubt an urge to test his limits to know how far he can go. I do not doubt for a moment that if you had not intercepted, he could well have jumped just to see what it was like." Xavier closed his eyes briefly with a small shake of his head. He was in need of feeding himself, which meant his patience was probably wearing thin.

The last thing he wanted to do was chastise her. She was an intelligent woman, more than capable of making her own decisions. She had some sort of attraction to Trystan, but he didn't have any desire to reciprocate. It was true, also, that neither Greg nor himself would not sleep with her. They could. They had both slept with women over the years, but it was a respect to her that they didn't. It wasn't that sort of connection they had. They never wanted to just make her their bitch. "Darling, you open the invitation up to a childer like that, many may not know how to stop. That is why he needs close guidance from his Sire. No one is ultimately to blame, but he could have killed you. You need to understand that."