"They do and some choose to drink it. The reason there's a more delicate, more subtle Masquerade is that not everyone chooses the bottle, that the kine and other xenians are already aware we exist and whenever some poor dumb shit slips up, the hunt is on." While a vampire can go buy a bottle of blood and work himself into proper Baedalite society, the fact remains that both he and all his neighbours know his predatory nature. The benefit of the Masquerade was safety in a world that didn't know of the Kindred, but here, there's no such security.

"There are vampires here that don't ally themselves with any court or power, that feed on the shit in the Spatters, or that sleep under the city and only rise once ever decade to glut themselves. There are blood-drinkers here that can walk in sunlight, that are still alive and yet need to feed, that possess nearly ever discipline, that feed only on other Kindred," he says trying to explain the variety of undead that have come through the city in his twenty-five years. "Do you see? You come in here, walking like you're the hottest queen shit to raise a stink and it only paints a target on the rest of us."

"The Princess sent you to speak to me because I'm lenient and I'll ease your way."