"I don't have to smell, see nor feel if I don't want to, I'm a corpse, Lee. You have enough knowledge of those, don't you? As for taste... well, it's less of a biological hinderence and more of a curse, our curse." He kept Lee close once they were at the bottom of the ladder, less he fall off the edge of the inner walkways. This sewer was old and thankfully went mostly unused due to the holes and cave-ins, making it the perfect home for his Nosferatu acquaintances. It still collected water  that ran down and wastes from the rats, and the lingering stench of whatever meals the kindred here managed to get ahold of, human or not.<br/><br/>"And then, through dread Uriel God Almighty cursed me, saying<i>Then, for as long as you walk this earth, you and your children will cling to darkness.. You will drink only blood, you will eat only ashes...</i>" MacClery recited, as if it were a hymn close to his cold, dead heart, memorized word for word. "<i>You will be always as you were at death. Never dying, living on.</i>Lee, those fables you may have read of us may have some truths to them, but next time you take a trip to the library I'd advise you to read about the stories of Cain and Abel. These tales would be far more informative for the unlife I wish for you." He cast Lee a sincere glance despite the low light, but soon their bodies were illuminated as they walked on by the few lamps leading up to the Nosferatu haven.<br/><br/>The woman was sitting outside again, like a crone on the porch of her home. But instead of a polished rocking chair she sat on splintered wood, one of the legs having been replaced so it left the seat with a lopsided slump. Instead of the door to her lovey home, and some chimes set out, there was nothing but a mix of plywood and old sheets of metal that made up walls, and a hole busted out of the side of the brick boarded up with an old door either of them found at the side of the road. MacClery let go of Lee once they were in the light, squeezing his shoulder once and giving him a glare, a threat that he should behave himself around these less fortunate kindred. The skeleton of a woman was about to shriek before a hunched, ragged corpse hurried out to stop her. "I have eyes dammit!" He shouted in a broken voice, as if he had made sport of eating glass his whole life. "Good, you're here, is...?" He clapped a hand on MacClery's arm, friendly despite his outward appearance. The Malkavian assumed they smelled as bad as they looked, in which case he wouldn't keep his ghoul here for so long.<br/><br/>Lawrence was kind enough to notice, despite being so rough around the edges as he was, not shaking the man's hand or giving him more than a look as he ushered both inside what he called an in-home office. "The kine I hired, yes." MacClery replied, as the Nosferatu fell back in his seat and set his shoes up on the cluttered desk. The man scrunched his nose at Lee, "Smells of ya, he's yours then? Is this the new scamp you've been whining to that shit prince of yours over? Guess I've got nothin' to worry about then do I." The corpse was full of rhetorical questions, and effortlessly rude ones at that. Before pulling his legs down to lean across the wooden surface at where Lee stood. "So! Are ya here on some field trip? You're a good man aren't ya? Look at me and look at me good, kid." MacClery quickly interrupted, "That's why I brought him.. It's not like you have a lot on your schedule, it would do best to understand the importance of this trade. No blood transfusions or doctors, Lee." With that last sentence he made sure the young man was following along despite the unsettling stimuli.<br/><br/>The Nosferatu cracked back, still pinning his attention on the ghoul. "You see it then, how did this man get you, huh? Six feet of smooth skin, if I had a head of hair like that and a few less boils I'd be trying my luck with some of the local ladies. Something sounds so much sweeter about biting into a meal and not having to worry about hair and fleas getting in your teeth, and lemme tell ya kid, those rats won't taste half as good as whatever you're milking from those body bags." It would be no mystery to Lee by now that of all the talk of curses, these people had it the worst. Their appearances rendered them immediately offensive to kine, seduction would've been in vain at best. Beyond that, their presence violates the masquerade, though Lawrence in particular still believed that to be exaggerated by the Nos-phobic Ventrue prick that ran the Camarilla upstairs.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Apollo chimed, rubbing the small of Sallie's back gently and offering a cold hug. "You ghouls are always so emotional." It didn't come out of a complain, but rather a celebration of the feelings of kine, even if ghouls in particular took it so much further when it came to sentiments. "You know those Malkavians take whoever they please, you'd think they choose their partners on simple whims. But!" He stood, helping dear Sallie to her feet and making sure he was well covered by his robe before walking them to the door. "Do send word when you need me, don't forget my hours, if I'm to have any fun at all then I need a day's warning you know."