"Retire.. yes.." MacClery nodded lightly, "I would like you to. I would like for it to be your choice, but no matter who I chose, if it were any man in your business, or anyone in that club we spoke in, it would be the same. You have none, I'm choosing for you. But of course you agreeing would make it.. easier." Easier to embrace the man, surely, without a struggle. But also, just easier for MacClery to stomach. There was a troubling thing that he learned when he joined the Camarilla, and spent years trying to recover more of his humanity that seemed so lost to time, and that was empathy. For kindred, it was twisted and skewed, but for many it still existed nonetheless. Kine were lesser beasts by default, as the system dictated, they were a food source, slaves. No Prince had any power over this social ladder.<br/><br/>The Malkavian rubbed his chin a moment, the carriage having started to enter the larger streets, far less populated than they had been in the hours after noon. "I chose you for a reason. I know you go by many names, I know you don't have strong familial connections.. The real story is unknown to me, I don't know what you are, but I know what you aren't. You aren't free of sin, you aren't a law abiding citizen, you aren't a fan of family holidays, and you aren't adverse to the macabre. Bodies, corpses, organs, all the bits and pieces Mr. Wilde. What you are is perfect." MacClery didn't make eye contact the majority of their conversation thus far, content to just stare out the window, distracting himself with the passing lights.<br/><br/>"What happens is, we... Kindred. Vampyres, by Camarilla law we are not allowed to... procreate. I've been asking for such a priviledge many, many years now. Recently I've had that permission, to brood, or sire, as we'd call it. And you can guess what this means for yourself quite easily, can't you Mr. Wilde?" Finally, he gazed over, brows furrowed. "This work is secondary to the purpose of our partnership. I've specifically chosen you as a student. A son, or a companion. Childer is the correct term for them, young kindred to pull under one's wing." He certainly appeared a bit worried, wondering just how the mortal would take such information, a proposal-- no, a mandatory decision. "Some see it as a gift, others.. are not so eager. The only comfort I can offer is that I was allowed no such thought. But I'd understand if you found it cruel regardless.. I would allow you to disagree, but your only other option I'm sorry to say is much more grim."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Apollo dropped the furs so that they hung from the rack loosely and crossed his arms with a thought. "Mmmnn, you think so? See, don't you think it would-- ah. Let me show you." He grabbed the coat off the hanger, threw it over a dressing divider, the width of it made of a thin paper that cast shadows through the material. With a pair of immaculate, women's shoes in hand, a nicely shined and stunning black, he shrugged back and forth till his trousers fell and inched behind the divider. It was less for modesty's sake, seeing as he paraded around with his ass out regardless, but more for surprise. After a lot of leaning and moving about, he sauntered out with a sway in his step. "Of course, my hair would be less no-effort." He raised a hand to momentarily pull some dark tresses up to show, before moving his hands to the front of his fur coat again. It covered him neck to ankles, big and billowy, a statement all of it's own.<br/><br/>"He sees this, turns, and just like that--" Hip cocked to the side, he let the coat free to fall back behind him, revealing a long body clad only in heels and garters, otherwise all pieces on display and not a hint of shame. Apollo pressed his hands to his waist in a practice pose, something he had definitely done before from the looks of it. "All the wealth in the Camarilla's treasury says that ghoul will have his heart dropping out of his suit pants, what do you say?" He wiggled a bit, admiring himself before pulling the fur back to cover the goods. "Of course if you think that's too shocking, I wouldn't want to kill your guests! Especially not in darling Rainer's haven."