She knew Apollo was right; there was no way the could go to Elysium without Master Voss. That would be so out of line it would be immeasurable. She would be scared out of her wits as there were some that fiercely disliked her Master's clan and proxy his ghouls. The blood sorcerers weren't the most well received, but her Master did much to bridge the troubled waters and ease distrust. As such they often attended social events with him to show how well disciplined and pleasant the neophytes were as opposed to other groups who still held a Dark Ages approach to all they did. While Master Voss had been born in the Dark Ages, much of his philosophy moved along with the times. Sallie was quite proud to be one of the first female neophytes in Tremere recent times. She was more than just a housekeeper, she was an aspirant to higher levels in the Order.<br/><br/>Sebak tried to remain casual but it was difficult. He was a man whose culture and customs did not include much in the way of extravagance. His wife had been chosen for him and he never felt amiss for it. His children had been raised as devout Muslims and while he no longer could truly feel the soul of his religion, he still encouraged his family to do so through letters. He was away from home almost always and when he was not out on Master Voss' business, he wished he was. His family knew him as an intellectual who earned his living archiving and serving an eccentric European explorer. Learning from Master Voss had become the very meaning of his life and he hoped one day it would become the meaning of his death.<br/><br/>"No, no...I know we can't possible go without Master Voss. It would be trouble for everyone. That's why Sebak is right. If Master Voss had intentions on Mr. Wilde, and this Malkavian usurped it in his own place then... Apollo, are you sure he's Malkavian? I would have never in my life guessed that. He was so...together. And Wilde is too; both before and after that night. Admittedly, he's a lot livelier and personable, but not crazy at all. And he's tall, and fit, and takes good care of himself. He enjoys fine things it seems from his choice in spirits and company. Oh yes, his company...He seems to enjoy that quite enthusiastically....and how can I say it without being crass..."<br/><br/>"...with men. He is filthy with no respect for thin walls." Sebak finished curtly since she didn't seem to be able to. It was almost comical in it's dry but disgusted timbre.<br/><br/>"Yes..um...what he said."<br/><br/>____<br/><br/>"How can you be OK with that?" He said and then promptly drained his glass. He refilled it as he gathered himself to speak more. "If I stop to think about it like that, I want to run. But part of me doesn't want to run. Like I said, something in me really likes Andrew." All his comments and questions began to ramble out of him in a disorganized stream. "Did you agree to all this? Probably not. I know I didn't. I thought we were about to have a romantic liaison, but that wasn't it at all. What I thought was going to be a steamy kiss was...well...here I am." He complained with a scoff then back peddled. "I think he actually tries though. He knows how I am, and he knows he used it to his advantage, and now I think he actually puts forth some kind of effort to meet me somewhere in the middle." He shrugged with a little uncertainty as he pondered that. "He's not really that good at it, and maybe I'm just telling myself he tries just so I won't feel offended, because he really is pretty full of himself a lot of the time." He stopped and blinked. "I'm sort of just...going on and on, aren't I. I really don't do that, it's just been an issue lately. I mean that. You can stop staring at me, alright?" He looked at Loretta who was looking at him.<br/><br/>She was suddenly on her feet then and moving around like balled lightning, apologizing for this and that as MacClery paid no more attention to her than if she were another decorative piece on the wall. As MacClery regarded him from across the room, he stood also. "I guess I am. I found myself wondering about a few things, but it wasn't until I got here that I put it together that you'd probably be resting. Bailey had seen me though and Loretta kindly encouraged me to come in. We've had a good chat and she's helped me understand some basic things I just wasn't taking to right off. As such I don't need to be a bother while your just waking up and I do apologize if I inadvertently caused you to do so before your time." He reached for his 'books' and then picked up his hat to neatly cover the stack nonchalantly. "You know where to find me if you want me. There's plenty of business I could be looking after right now so I'll let you to whatever it is you do when you get up." He moved toward the door. "Pleasant day to you, Mr. MacClery."