"Check the hall closet for boots," Sokolov said vaguely, waving a hand. "I keep spare articles of clothing for these particular eventualities; if you don't find any in your body's new size, then you'll have to wear the shoes you came with until you get new ones."<br/><br/>Sokolov was, however, pleased with Alberto's suddenly compliance. He'd been concerned he'd have to glut him on the Blood to make him conform to his wishes, but instead, the ghoul was adjusting rather admirably. The Tzimisce was not sure if this was due to the man's lifestyle making it easier to adjust to things that were shocking, if he had simply already had a powerful inkling of Solokov's supernatural nature, or...if he was secretly enjoying the new body more than he was letting on. What a fine psychological puzzle!<br/><br/>"And very well--take time to 'case' the location, as you put it. I would rather you take your time and do a better job at your task than have you rush it and risk botching it. The whole point of your disguise is to allow you more time at this task without risk of recognition, so I'm willing to wait." He paused and said, "Oh, and don't admit you've been fleshcrafted, Alberto, even in an accidental slip. That sort of information would convince those involved with the document I want that you are a threat and exceedingly worth killing."<br/><br/>The Cainite waved a hand. "Now go. Collect your tools and get to work. If you feel you need more strength before you go, however...that can be arranged." A silent offer of the Blood, although he was aware that Alberto didn't really understand how that worked. But Sokolov felt it was time to take the mystique and mystery out of feeding him...and if Alberto could handle fleshcrafting, he could handle this.