MacClery gave 'Lee' the manners of eye contact, keeping their conversation intimate, at full attention to the sensitive manners this kine was prepared to spill for him uninitiated. Though it failed to shock or sadden him, there was an odd sense of.. comfort, if he were to pin a word on it. That he had made the right choice, that this wasn't all for nothing and Wil-- or, Lee, wasn't just another ghoul to chuck in the bin after a week's worth of failures. All kine seemed to carry some demons, some men more than most, the Malkavian had his own from when he was alive. And he could see now that this young man was certainly a product of his experiences.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Mr. Braxton..? Or Lee, you would prefer that wouldn't you." Due to the lack of distance he could keep his voice low. "Ah, childer is plural, you yourself would be a childe.. But, I'm not sure what all I could say for the transition.. Mine was much different than yours would ever be, do trust me." Breaking their locked stare, he averted his eyes and took a moment to put the words together. "You can hear of me later if you like, not now but you're deserving of that much. But you would be my first fledgling. I would teach you how I live, how the Camarilla functions, think of it as an apprenticeship, and hopefully one day you'll be able to make a name for yourself among us. Independence is every fledgling's dream.." These were strange concepts to even MacClery, the childe of a monster. He had vivid memories of being grabbed by long, boney fingers and sharp, filthy claws. Bright, blind eyes staring down at his face as a bloody sludge was forced down his gullet and the room seemed to have a life of it's own around him. Doors danced, tables crept, sometimes today those visions lingered, or he could feel his sire's hands around his neck. Whether it was his own delusions or trauma he'd likely never know.<br/><br/>Before he could continue and try and conceptualize such a lifestyle, the carriage came to a halt. With a sigh, he stepped out onto the usual block, waiting for Lee to follow suit. It was a short, but very quiet walk to their destination, perhaps not so odd to a corpse thief. The same, tall, rusty fence swinging open with a loud creak, and naught but a ladder leading down into the drain tunnels. "I don't have a nose on me, and neither do they. Can't smell a thing since I died, but if it gets unbearable you're welcome to go back up." Carefully he tracked down the ladder, stepping off at the bottom. He nearly walked ahead but suddenly remembered the kine's limitations. Perhaps it was too dark for living eyes, at least until they reached the makeshift dwelling at the end it wouldn't hurt to lend a hand.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>"You're staring dear!" Apollo laughed, now all covered up, he leaned in close to give Sallie a pat on the chin. "And you mustn't be so hard on yourself." The words came out sickeningly sweet, in true Toreador fashion. He leaned back and looked himself over in the vanity mirror behind her, moving some hair back. "No makeup though, well, not a lot. For shows of course I want all my beautiful men to see a true musico in action! I'm authentic as you know. But for little nights and flings.. I would never want to cover myself up like that. My face, do you think something so beautiful would need anymore than a touch of powder? It would be a sin!"<br/><br/>He nearly danced as he swooned back over to the coat rack, pulling off the furs and leaving his backside on full view again. Instead he took up another, longer, fur at the sleeves and collar, but not nearly as warm. It seemed to fall off his body elegantly instead of swallowing him up like the winter attire. Turning back after tying it at the waist, he pulled another restrained pose. "How about this? You know the seasons better than I do! This little body of mine hasn't felt the sun in five hundred years.. Or, I think it's been... ah, after so long you lose count you know."<br/><br/>Apollo sat himself back down on the edge of the bed, close to Sallie. "So! Do you hate a date to set up for me then? I'm ready whenever darling, from dusk till dawn, I'll be sure to clear my night of debauchery just for you." He gave a soft, short point and smiled sweetly. "Besides, you're keeping your handsome friend waiting, aren't you?" After a moment, he switched to a sad pout of a frown, "Oh.. And please, if you hear from Rainer, send him my way...? I miss him, dead hearts still ache." Dramatic, as if he were on the edge of tears. Perhaps if his body could still cry, he would.