"That's it, isn't it? As far as you can tell the rules are different -- true, save whatever Alucard is, there's no one true Prince like you might be used to, but good manners remain the same and you've broken the rules of hospitality." For all Réjean's foul language, he has been an appropriate welcoming host and not offered violence before it was thrust upon him. In comparison, a little blasphemy isn't much up against an attempt to alter his mind.

"Look, girl, I'm sure you're used to the nice, easy rules of the Masquerade, but here, things work differently. Officially open, but in fact, less so," he says while getting out a scrap of paper and a pen and scrawling out a few names and CiD numbers. "I will tell you how to stay alive here, because if you fuck this up, the humans will call a hunt on all blood-drinker xenians, Kindred or not."

"If you can drink bottled, all the better and you can have human then, but if not, these are friendly slaughterhouses that'll let you feed before the beasts are killed." With that, he slides the paper over to her.