<strong>Sebastian Richter</strong><br/><br/>The Tremere didn't smile in response, a reaction that appeared a lot more honest coming from him than any semblance of friendliness. He merely looked up at the man who towered over him with an expression that spoke of a complete and utter lack of being impressed. "Your misplaced confidence is refreshing, young man." Considering the obvious difference in physical age, it was ambiguous whether he was remarking upon it or Deitrich's status as a newcomer.<br/><br/>For a moment his sharp gaze lost its focus as his own thoughts drifted off. "Semtex," he finally repeated, the name of the explosive compound had apparently rustled some memories. "Pentaerythritol tetranitrate-based. I recall the taggant introduction in … 1990, was it? It must have made it a bit more difficult for your sort." The man apparently had some knowledge of advanced chemistry. He didn't seem particularly interested in elaborating on the subject, however, as he immediately switched gears when Deitrich accepted his card and tucked it away.<br/><br/>He nodded graciously and began to turn away, but halted for another remark: "Think well on it. House Tremere remembers its friends." With a final 'have a good evening', he turned his attention away, leaving the Ventrue to his devices as he specifically began to head towards one of the portions of the room that<em>was</em>occupied by a Nosferatu.<br/><br/>One Norman Black, specifically. A casual glance earlier had revealed him standing together with Joanna Kyleson, but he looked available now. Sebastian approached the monstrous individual with a neutral expression on his face and greeted him with a nod. "Mr. Black. I trust the evening goes well?"<br/><br/>Sebastian had had a rather interesting reaction to learning about the Nosferatu, shortly after his embrace. When it became apparent that they were an important factor in the information brokering business, he had begun to expose himself to some of the nastiest pieces of art humanity had produced until he could stare at them without so much as blinking in an attempt to gain a better poker face when dealing with their kind.<br/><br/>It had helped a little. He could address Norman and his fellow brethren straight and with almost no difficulty. The only problem was that Sebastian looked disgusted with most people by default, so the actual difference in their interaction was miniscule, aside from his willingness to engage in such.