"I'm sorry to hear it," he says simply. "I suppose we'll just have to see each other another time."

And with a small bow, the practiced manners of someone who's been playing a nobleman for many years, he turns and goes to head back towards their table to whisper something in his sister's ear. Her eyes dart from Diana, to the Cainites in question, and she nods slightly in agreement.

Sorry, Diana. This might turn into a bloodbath.