Vivienne frowned at the large man, playing the role of a stoic and fearless woman. Not that she wasn't afraid, mind you. He WAS rather strong.<strong>"You are blaming ME for your loss of control? This coming from the man who just threw himself onto me wildly, without regard for where we are? Who retaliated to a mere pop on the head with a bar stool by tearing and draining that poor boy to shreds? Who is standing covered in blood, above a dry corpse, in a place where other Kindred and Ghouls regularly come to hang out and could see? You know as well as I do what the Prince would think if one of them were to report this."</strong><br/><br/>Vivienne, as usual, made perfect points. Still, the man WAS over-angry at the moment, so it was possible that he wouldn't listen. She rather hoped not, since that would limit her options to some rather terrible ones. Possibly involving her neck being broken. He was REALLY big . . .