Sallie was shocked as Apollo recounted what had happened in the older days of Chicago. it was certainly before her time there. She had come to Chicago with Master Voss after first making his acquaintance in Philadelphia. It had only been eleven years past since Master Voss rescued her from anonymity under a stealing husband who had taken all her work and sold it under his own name. It was 'man's work' he had said; all the number and calculations, and not befitting a woman at all. Women only needed enough education to keep a good and tidy home and bring boys up to be good men. She was furious at her life when she met Master Voss . Together they liberated her from that awful creature and she emerged from her locked cocoon as a beautiful dark butterfly with razor sharp wings. She was happy. Master Voss was her father, brother, teacher, and best friend. She would kill and die for him and was quite capable of bravely doing either.<br/><br/>"He turned in his sire???" The thought was utterly incomprehensible to her. She couldn't imagine any circumstance where that could even be a thought let alone an action. "What a monster! I would say blood like that is not just unstable, it's criminal!"<br/><br/>Sebak took a much less passionate stance on the story as it was told. "It does not seem there could be any excuse for such a measure, but we have seen strange things before. If the sire was destructive to the order of things, then perhaps it was warranted. I could not trust such a man though who would turn in his own sire and then hide away from it. I would not want to bear his blood as ghoul or childer."<br/><br/>"No! Neither would I! Master Voss will be in-sensed to know this monster created a ghoul in his home. I rather like Mr. Wilde for what I know of him and I feel horribly for him now. What will his fate be?"<br/><br/>Sebak's eyes narrowed sharply and he was quick to rebuke Sallie. "You and I know nothing of how Master Voss thinks. He is far and beyond our perception and skill. You delude yourself if you thin you can anticipate how he will feel. You think too highly of yourself if you believe you can do such a thing. We need to resist the urge to interfere. We have knowledge to give him now, this is enough." He looked to Apollo whose head now rested on his shoulder and he spoke with a candid sincerity despite some awkwardness in their proximity. "Of us here, only Apollo has any knowledge of Master Voss' true nature and feelings." He spoke first in general terms and them more directly to the performer.  "If you feel there is reason to fear these happenings, then please come. Please come and be certain our Master has not been offended. If you think perhaps we are simply jumping quickly to conjecture, then I respectfully defer to your experience and knowledge." Sebak was always so level headed and practical and Sallie felt a bit scorned by his very sensible words as they followed her impassioned  dramatics.<br/><br/>___<br/><br/>As Andrew crossed to where he was, Lee felt sweetly disarmed from the little knots of irritation and apprehension he always felt when Andrew peeved him off with comments like, 'You're back already, are you.', just rubbed him the wrong way. He knew Andrew was far from sweet, but there were moments like the present where the vampyre seemed to walk next to his high horse rather than sit on it when he spoke to him. Lee felt just a twitch of for the sincerity of intent he saw there and his hand came to rest on Andrew's upper arm rather than on the door knob where it had been heading.<br/><br/>"A meeting..tonight?" He was surprised, but only in that 'little change of plans' kind of way. "Honestly, I would really like to meet the clients. I think it'd put me at ease quite a bit. Maybe, maybe it would help me understand better what you're trying to help me understand. This is the most important job of my life, I'm different, I have some kind of bigger purpose for you." The rambling was starting again, but it wasn't completely unfocused. It was actually quite insightful; just fast, like the words had to get out or he would burst. "These are all things you tell me, and I believe it. I believe you. When you talk to me like this, it slips just a little, your...your face, composure, and I can see that you mean it. And I like that. I like when I can see that in you. When I come here it's because I remember moments like this." For a man with such a grim cold calling, Lee was a vital, warm soul. His expression was shamelessly heart felt in his search for understanding and need for tangible bearing. "But it's like if you've never seen the ocean and someone tells you it's so vast and far like nothing else, you can't really put that in perspective until you're right there to see it. That's what I feel like. I feel like I'm standing blindfolded on the shore of an ocean and you're trying to tell me what it's like, but I just don't have the imagination to comprehend it." He stopped and visibly composed himself. "Yes, yes I'd like to meet our clients. And it'd be nice to talk more on the way." He gave Andrew's arm a light squeeze that was tentative in its affection.