Lee's eyes widened more and more as Loretta spoke. Twenty years she'd been this way. Twenty years. He tried to fathom the thought and found it difficult. Possibly forever even from how she told it. The blood stops aging. He knew he felt good, better than he could ever remember. But to live forever? Retired? The things he could do! He felt like he should be thinking harder about his predicament, that he was glossing over the obvious horrors of it. Killed for knowing secrets. He wanted to feel intimidated by that, but the truth was that was already his life on two fronts. He could easily be killed or hung if he were caught digging up graves and he could easily be killed or hung for being homosexual. It was really a step forward if he were still those things but had that blood to make him that much better. Sure, he'd still have to be careful as he was now, but he wouldn't be alone. At the very least MacClery would respect him for the services he provided. He was't finding much bad about it all. "Loretta...is he ever cruel to you or Bailey? He says that's sort of the way with the Kindred. We are dogs for the beating if they so choose to. And he's told me I'm different but hasn't really fully said why." He paused then spoke again. "I have to say, even though I don't have much to base it on, but I really like him. Just not when he gets uppity at me; then I just get angry and hand it right back to him."<br/><br/>__<br/><br/>Sebak had maintained his most proper composure as Apollo stretched luxurious out across his legs and talked to Sallie. Sallie nodded as Apollo recounted her description of that man and matched it to a memory of his own. "Yes, yes...That sounds very much like him. English or something like that, but it's very obscured and not very strong. So he's one of the Prince's men? And...Malkavian? Surely you're joking about that. I can't imagine even a backwards Malkavian being that ...tight. It's almost shocking. I am just hoping against all hoped that Mr. Wilde wasn't someone who had been directed to us by Master Voss. Can you image that? One of the Prince's fellows nudging up on one of Master Voss' prospects?" She looked mortified at the thought of it.<br/><br/>"Apollo...we have to get in to the next Elysium. When is it? If Master Voss isn't back by then, then we have to do what we can to get to the bottom of this. If we don't, we will have dishonored him and shown ourselves to be inept for the work we hope some day to be granted access to! It's just an awful thought! What if....what if we somehow were able to introduce you to Mr. Wilde? He's still at the boarding house and Master Voss won't mind you being there while he's gone. He adores you so much."<br/><br/>Sallie was pleading as politely as possible and silently Sebak was hoping this would be seen as the better route to take. In truth, it likely was, but he knew Apollo was a glutton for warm flesh. "He turned to smile a bit to the vampyre at his shoulder now.  "Yes, his Mr. Wilde seems very bright and capable. He is the sort of person Master Voss may have been directing to his own ends." Sebak was using his own powers of intellect to bring facts into a new light that might sparkle bright enough to catch the Toreador's interest. "You may know this if you meet him. You will know the Master's thoughts better than Sallie or myself may." He looked to Sallie who seemed a bit more hopeful for getting real information and less interested in being amused by his demise.