The scent of another Kindred on Skye was a weird thing for Greg, and he tried to focus on what was going on, all while trying to get used to that, too. Skye did look kind of like she wasn't amused with being coddled, but that was kind of what Greg and Xavier did. She was their Vessel, and more than that, a dear and beloved friend. There was very little they wouldn't do to keep her safe, and ensure that she was always taken care of with the best of the best. But another Kindred having fed from her and had his way with her when she was not long clear of their last feeding? Something about that just settled wrong with Greg and he didn't like it at all.

Greg was like an overprotective father when Xavier retold the tale, and he was hearing nothing of Skye's further explanation. "What exactly was Molly's Childer doing alone with Skye in the first place? He could've fucking killed her. Who knows how much self-control a newly awakened Brujah has. I seriously doubt it's enough to be trusting him to make the right choices in how much to feed. Skye, darling, I adore you, but what were you thinking?"