Lee listened to her quite closely. She was a meek thing, but there was a strength in how she had adapted to, and even enjoyed her status as a ghoul. In that respect, it seemed that Andrew had truly done her a favor. In his night work, Lee had encountered a fair share of the poverty class and their lot could be truly dire. If Loretta and Bailey had been as such, then, yes, their lives could be argued as being better. They had a warm home to live in and aside from being a living horror, Andrew seemed reasonably kind. Then again, Loretta and Bailey could well be the only surviving two of a lot of a hundred for all Lee knew. Perhaps their utter compliance is what made them worthy of keeping their servile lives.<br/><br/>"Oh, yes, I do feel stronger." His words faltered between his adopted northern accent and his native Norfolk accent as he was less focused on his image than he was on the conversation a t hand. He gestured to the wine. "No, no, please. Just because whiskey is my favorite doesn't mean I don't enjoy wine. Southern boy, you know. I just grew up on whiskey, bourbon, and a fine pipe on the porch. That's all. So were you related to Bailey before becoming related to Bailey?" He chuckled just a little. "That sounds pretty ridiculous doesn't it. And how long have you worked for Mr. MacClery?"<br/><br/>____<br/><br/>Sallie couldn't hide the small smile of delight that played at the corners of her lips as Apollo shamelessly made Sebak utterly unnerved with his heavy overtures. Some might have felt it to be needlessly catty and cruel, but there were plenty of time Sebak flaunted his status with Master Voss simply to see her get jealous. She was no fool though; she knew that already she was smarter and more advanced than Sebak was and that it was only her sex that kept her from climbing the ranks of Master Voss' apprentices though. Times were changing though, and she knew a day would come when would stand in his circle of embraced apprentices. Sabek would be long forgotten by then, still tinkering along in his rigid uninspired methods.<br/><br/>"Oh, Apollo, you stop!" She teased at him. "You take such pleasure in this news even though you know how disagreeable Master Voss would be about this. Unless he sanctioned it, in which case he left no word to us which would be highly unlikely." Her delighted smile stayed as such and was augmented with a touch of impishness. "And yes..." She leaned forward. "It was incredibly bloody! Blood everywhere actually. Pooled on the carpet, trailing across the room, all over the occupants clothes. And the Kindred..." She spun her tale as best as she could without having the benefit of the storyteller's training. "He was tall and lean, clean and fit. Very business like. Possibly Ventrue if I were pressed to say because his formality rivaled even this one." She gestured at Sebak. "Sebak, you should take a note from Apollo and relax a bit. We're all friends here and you should sit with him, he rarely gets to see you."<br/><br/>Sebak was not feeling particularly relaxed and he didn't appreciate Sallie's forward manipulations, but she had him at a disadvantage now. If he didn't agree and sit with the extravagant Toreador who seemed to have a hundred hands, he would appear rude and that would get back to Master Voss and reflect poorly on them all.  Inwardly he scowled but on the outside he nodded with his reply, "Of course.", as he removed his Fez and took a seat on the edge of Apollo's bed.<br/><br/>Sallie smiled as she looked back to Apollo and resumed her story. "But yes, the Kindred seemed to be possibly Ventrue. I saw him when, alerted by the sound of a breaking window, I went to investigate and see that Mr. Wilde was alright. At that point the red headed Kindred opened the door and compelled me to leave better alone and return the next day. That is what I did, though I was fully aware that he had coerced me to do so. That's when I found the broken window, all the blood, and Mr. Wilde passed out drunk in his bed with his blood soaked clothing discarded nearby. It looked like a Jack the Ripper scene with no ripping, just blood." She recalled the memory so vividly and then added, "Oh! And there's a ghost in there now. Sebak thinks I'm all Spiritualist tripe, but it's there, I know it. It stays in and around the Mr. Wild's bed. I won't try to contact not though because Master Voss would not approve. Anyway, that my story. Have you heard anything about such an incident?"