Loretta was taken aback by the sudden intrusion, quickly trotting up after the stranger after locking the door. She stopped at the mouth of the foyer, quietly watching as her domitor handled the situation with such a calmness, like this was expected. MacClery stayed there, feeling the phantom of a pang in his head at Wilde's rambling, frantic without restraint. He didn't bother trying to speak over him until the man fell back into a chair, hushed by his own revelation. "... Try to keep quiet like that, would you? It's a lot easier to explain things when I'm not fighting for a foothold in the conversation." Suddenly, he felt himself nostalgic for the days which he could enjoy a good smoke.<br/><br/>"This woman is not my family, but we are related by blood in such ways that I and you are. Save for minor exhaustion, I was not harmed, and neither were you unless you suffered any cuts breaking down that window like you did." As he spoke, Loretta visibly fumbled about with her own hands in a fit of anxiety. She was quiet, obedient, but never a ghoul was welcoming to the entry of a new source of their regnant's affections. "Dear, check if we have any wine, man smells of the stuff as it is but a little bite might soothe the nerves." It wasn't a great loss anyway, the house often kept wine for it's mortal guests, kine associates. Loretta offered a soft nod and left them be.<br/><br/>MacClery lowered himself into the chair opposite of the man, the room dull, the fireplace snuffed out decades ago and their forms only lit by a bright lamp he had set out on the table. "Compliments aside, yes, I suppose I've grown a mustache since we last saw eachother... It's never easy to explain-- or rather, hard to make comprehensible. Especially, to those who have rejected such things as god in favor of science, or pleasure. We, not you, are called Cainites, Kindred, in mortal legend, Vampyre I believe. Which does make the whole thing rather ridiculous doesn't it." A rhetorical question, he sat his head in a hand and stared at Wilde. "I've no intention of abandoning our deal, though. But I did have some issues in regards to payment.. One of my only lies is that I was no middle man for any charade. I have clients of my own that I'll be transporting the goods to, but I'll be the one paying, you, intimately."<br/><br/>The girl returned with a tray, a single glass and a bottle of wine set atop. Placing it on the sidetable, she uncorked and poured their guest his share, timidly handing it to him as if afraid he'd do something as drastic as rip it from her fingers. Before she could resume her place back at MacClery's side, he shoo'd her away, "Go sleep, dear. Privacy." Loretta replied with a pause, giving Wilde one last frustrated glance before leaving them in peace.<br/><br/>"Any man who covets his neighbor's husband does not have the best relationship with god.. But if you want to believe in devils, now would be a good time to start. But please don't see this as something so unfortunate... I do like you a lot, Mr. Wilde, I was never a man who believed in finding 'the one' but for all the years that have passed, you're as close to perfect as I've come to find." MacClery traced over his wrist with a thumb, the puncture from the night prior had long faded. Nevertheless he repeated the action, bringing his hand to his face and thrusting one of those fangs-- now visible in the lamplight, into one of his old, dead veins. Holding it out, sleeves rolled back, he allowed the slightest drip of deep red to start oozing down his arm. swiping it up with a few fingers, he held that hand out to Wilde experimentally, as if to taunt him with urges he was still so oblivious to.