In spite of their open surroundings, Bertie was beginning to feel cornered. Angry fathers he was used to, angry fathers who also held unspeakable evil in their hearts was new. As was his wont, Bertie cowered away from Jacob. "S-stop. Stop!" he commanded with as much force behind it as he could muster. "Don't come any closer. She said I'm a Ventrue!

"She's been teaching me all sorts of things about, erm... v-vitae and... controlling the Beast and sunlight! Dashed bit of trouble the old soleil du ciel, what? She's also doing marvelously. Not a bit bad, I'd say. Happily dashing about in the sun, getting her fill of proper food, and being dippy for a young chap. Not me! She's not dippy about me. Not in the slightest!"