I wish I could ask, but I also feel like that would be the most stupid and disrespectful thing to do... So I don't. Instead, I just nod, unsure if I should carry on with the topic. The atmosphere got tense within just a few seconds. Much to my relief, though, Lancelot chooses this moment to walk in, visibly coming from outside. He smells like strong alcohol, cologne, and blood.
"Morning," I greet him. "How was the hunt?"
"Successful as always", he smiles. "Although I wish I had crossed paths with some of the bastards wrecking havoc downtown. The lot of them are nothing but cowards. They hide as soon as they see most of us and attack when they think we're not around... Watch yourself, Baby Vamp. Apparently, they have no problem attacking the younger ones of us."
"Somebody was attacked?"
