Ben was beginning to feel like he was being punished for some sort of past sin... or perhaps it was the Kindred apocalypse in the works. It was one thing after another right now, and if Kindred were capable of getting migraines, he would have an epic one right now. First Jett and his enthusiastic fangs in Xav's Vessel, then Eric taking - of all fucking people - Asher Rose, who was one of the most well-known young New Yorkers, a reputation worldwide. And now this. Xav's adopted childer decided he was going to go all Horny McFangface up on this... who the fuck was this that Molly just brought in with her? A mortal, and apparently someone Jett knew. Which was fine. Ben trusted all his Primogen on their careful selections of who to bring here into the Kindred Council sanctuary, but nothing could just be easy right now, could it? Of course it couldn't.

He was standing a few paces away, safe enough distance to not flare Seamus and Jett up further and push them to frenzy. Kindred were territorial, and honestly, if he got too close, even Molly could arc up for her childer. He watched the scene play out and now that Molly was returning to the room, and Xav was in the tail end of forcing Seamus to feed, all Ben could do was stand there, massaging his temples with his thumb and index finger wondering what the fuck he did to deserve all this. Either way, they needed to have some serious discussion.