"You're rather tied up around that dog remark, aren't you? Does 'thrall' sound kinder?" He gave a huff at the man's brash behavior. MacClery could only wonder just how long the ghoul would be so demanding. Did he even have need for money? "Something important, I... If you're keen on leaving, I should at least let you know why you're different."  As Wilde approached the door, he moved back to file the report away where it belonged. "You'll be retiring, if I like you. Permanently. Take that as you will."<br/><br/>The talk of corpses was especially troubling, MacClery felt some forebodence with Wilde's words. "And.. Ah, it might be against myself, but should you need me, you're welcome to return here... outside of work. There are side effects, you've noticed it by now, how you talk, the way your eyes move. Call me sympathetic, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried." He always was, and a man of Wilde's intelligence, with all his risky behavior, was something he needed to look after much more closely than Loretta or the others. The idea of the ghoul talking to the dead, carrying full conversations with those who've ceased to be animate, was especially telling of things to come. Like his sire, those who drank from his body were bound to inherit that signature illness MacClery had avoided under some genetic or supernatural miracle.<br/><br/>Before he let Wilde go, he raised his voice enough with a tone of urgency. "Don't take my words lightly, I do mean it. I would wish you luck but god is not on your side, just yourself and my guiding hand. These hours will be hard, but not necessarily the hardest you'll ever have. So.. there is that."<br/><br/>Once the new addition to the family left him in peace he could think of the coming days himself, what actions would be appropriate given how Wilde acts. A new curiosity as he wondered how long the man would last out on his own, so easily swayed into a second feeding. Perhaps his own stubborn attitude was enough to keep him independent enough to function without trotting back home with his tail between his legs. Time would only tell.<br/><br/>"Oh, and let me know when the transaction will take place. I normally wouldn't attend myself but they are a fickle lot... A heads up not to react too badly to them when the time comes. You should be familiar enough with the dead to know what the victim of disease or fire looks like." The last thing he needed was Wilde making poor adjustments to their Nosferatu clients, should he even see them.