He hummed and watched the two bicker and fret over the prospect of such a strange Malkavian. Apollo didn't overthink it at all himself, having been there, the stories of the Sabbat were telling. The lot of them had given in to their beasts, and were barely human. Not that he was about to let some Malkavian pass the sanity test, but perhaps the redheaded fellow had reason. "He was born Sabbat, but converted. We don't get too many of those from the looks of it, certainly not these days, most of those things have been driven out. You're more likely to get devils like that in the south, that's what the rumors say." At least, in the Malkavian's defense, turning in his sire was likely a necessity if he too wasn't to be consumed and destroyed by the Camarilla's stretch westward. Not noble in the slightest, but what was a pampered Toreador like him to judge? Apollo was more concerned now with how the ghoul acted, if he was still a warm bag of good, manly hospitality like Sallie so promised.<br/><br/>Of course it was the promise of a handsome date that took the Toreador by the heart and kept him invested in whatever crazy plan these kine were trying to rope him into.<br/><br/>"I'd love to meet him though! You've got me curious, Sallie. Clever, clever clever. If the walls are as thin as your friend says, perhaps he won't be able to get my pretty little voice out of his head by the time I'm done.. inspecting." He wore a wide smile of victory, cheek pressed to Sebak's now as he forced them close. "Give you a taste of what you're missing. Honestly! Even with a little drop of vitae in those bodies, don't kine live too short not to play a little?"<br/><br/>Swinging his legs back and removing his arms from their stronghold around Sebak, he stood up, pushed his robe off and threw it over the backboard before moving over to a coatrack to look through his selection. "Do you think that ghoul would be back tonight? I'd love to surprise him!" He moved over to the end where a large, lavish, fur coat hung, pulling it out by the sleeve and stretching it over his torso to test. "Did you get a feel for his taste? He brings back dates, si? You don't think this would make me look too expensive, do you? What nice rooms darling Rainer has though, any man who can appreciate that should surely appreciate me." Apollo looked to Sallie for 'advice' though it was glaringly obvious it was all out of good fun. The Toreador was more than confident, and full of vanity. the trousers that wrapped around his small waist were unbuttoned like they had been thrown on, and if it wasn't obvious why he gave Sebak a half-lidded gaze. "Do you mind if I change? It's just us girls here, and you.. But I don't mind if you like to watch." Apollo nearly purred.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>MacClery simply stilled his soft stare on Wilde as he spoke full of longing. It was the blood again, surely. A ghoulish hunger paired with the kine's own weak heart. "You're not mistaken. It's best you do know.. Loretta." He turned back to the timid woman at the enterance of the hallway. "Put on your coat, go out and wait for the carriage and let me know when it arrives..." Back to Wilde, he finished, "I have a man who drives by each night for either of us, should be here soon. You'd find that he too is one of us, of my kind, if you look closely enough." A hand on Wilde's shoulder, he gently coaxed him over so that they could both sit in the pair of armchairs overlooking a cold fireplace. "I'd like to warn you, first of all... There are many different breeds of kindred. They are not like I am, both the driver and our clients are born of more unfortunate circumstance... Monsters, they look like. They're the ones that your stories are likely based off of. Please, take extra care not to be impolite." MacClery was mostly concerned for the ghoul to stare and gawk like he was viewing one of those kine freakshows, which most Nosferatu wouldn't enjoy very much.<br/><br/>Loretta stayed out for some time, several minutes passed, and nights like this were cold. She was well enough to feel the vitae warm her veins. When she saw the shadow of a carriage slowly pull up the street she carefully entered the foyer, wrapping up her coat and fretting over interrupting MacClery's conversation. "Ah.. Excuse me, he's here for you." The Malkavian stopped. "... Well finish in the cart then. You can go on ahead and wait, Mr. Wilde. I'll be a moment."<br/><br/>MacClery left to dress himself, leaving his robe on a door hanger and the rest for Loretta to wash in their absence. Still without a shave, he still managed to comb his hair neatly, not wanting to make the driver wait so long. When he left the house and neared the carriage, the horses swayed uncomfortably, but the kindred at the reins was sure to still them for their less lively passengers.Both men piled into the seat, protected from the outside world by walls and a few set of windows, the carriage pushed onward. It had a set of destinations, the driver found work transporting kindred each night, following a schedule.<br/><br/>"So, you don't know why you're different." MacClery tightened his gloves, not to defend from the night air but in anticipation for dealing with the monsters that lurked beneath the streets. "I never told you. But I wanted you to know that the others you see... the ghouls, they're workers, employees, servants, whatever you want to call them.. Perhaps you seem much the same, but hopefully you wouldn't find me a liar if I were to say that I've been seeking some companionship." Despite speaking calmly, it was, for once, hard to mask just how unprepared he was for this speech, regardless of the thought put into it.