MacClery looked troubled at the accusations, though knowing their short history together, it would've been easy to assume that he meant payment in sexual conduct. "Don't be so simple, I wouldn't place myself on such a high pedestle, nor would I want to expend the effort." He was no Toreador for sure, with their fleeting affections and crass play.  "I had no intention of sleeping with you, nor killing you." He rubbed two fingers together, rolling the vitae between them as if he were crushing potent herbs. The young ghoul had little shame, soon grabbing his hand with all the fight of a hungry kitten and lapping at the red smears just the same. MacClery simply watched, let him complain, try to reason with himself. All he had to offer were facts.<br/><br/>Wilde was single mindedly suckling away at his fingers for some time, the type of boy to clean his plate. Most of his ghouls, the ones who didn't start physical bouts with those they felt opposed to at least, were all equally erotic. MacClery could only keep his look of composure, witnessing the mortal indulge. He soon retracted his hand, wiping his fingers along the inside of his robe. "You're a dog. All of you kine are dogs, you'll be thankful I refuse to beat mine. But I wouldn't want that to interfere with your work, for now. This..." MacClery dug a nail into the cut of his wrist, tearing it enough so that the blood pooled in his wound. "is far richer than any amount of cash you'll ever have placed in those hands. Surely you can feel it, like drinking from the fountain of youth. Run for miles, focused for hours, vital as a bull and confident as a king. Come now, come. Of all the things to be afraid of, I am not it." He beckoned Wilde close, offering his arm.<br/><br/>"For now, you can feed, and ask what you will. Let your body decide for you in this hell of which you knocked upon the door of. In here the taboos of your kine-- ah, the living, they don't matter. I'm the god of this house and the only sin are your inhibitions." He let William catch a smile on his face, for once, warm just as the night before. "I can't promise you anything... But, I'd wager that this life fits you much more, and if you want someone to stroke your hair, pat your back so you don't feel so alone in this new world, it would be no trouble for me to offer you some comfort." MacClery paused, and sighed calmly, "I am, as I said, just a lonesome man who spends most his nights running errands, errands I cannot tell you about yet. But you will see that I haven't lied to you."<br/><br/>Of the rest, of this strange name Wilde spoke, how he seemed more troubled by his own importance over the fact he was speaking to a dead man, or had that not set in yet? Wilde was certainly a strange one, already erring on the side of madness, and causing MacClery some internal worry as to if this transition would go over as smoothly as he expected... Though, they were mere hopes for any aspiring Malkavian sire who had half a mind to tell his ghouls apart.