"In all honesty, I must confess, O'Neal here brought me to this place on business. A proposal to deal with waking up a pitiful excuse of Dracula's Son. In which I have no strong inclination to go wake up the failure of the first war." Bedivere picked up the chipped and cracked teacup to express his scorn towards the unworthy brew and glared at the still frightened out of his wits concierge to signal to find him another. "Therefore, no, I did not expect to be your family reunion or whatever it seems to be turning out into. The council is dwindling and only a few of us that matter are left on it now. Most of the Eastern vampires disappeared, hunted down. The Europeans are next, The last known vampire holding out Africa is in Egypt, retired to her Tomb and sealed shut with curses. South America, from what I've heard is also hiding in the mountains and jungle. As for North America, well..."

An interruption by a Doctor Church, of who Bedivere simply glanced at without as much of a word to the man. Not that he was addressed anyhow. As such no such courtesy was extended to Church. Though certainly the man was not as daft to think that O'Neal was not behind the Vampire halflings. Bedivere simply put the piece together, as Yamada held an large portion of the market, the given report from Church suggested biological warfare. Now, very few vampires have modernized to control a field in industry as far as Adam had in the biomarket. Hence unless some human was making metahuman vyrelings, it definitely had a touch of a vampire's hand in it. And given his reply, well did he think it would fool anyone? The commentary really should have been spared before Adam had a chance to examine the case, only an expert would cast his lot without experiencing it. A most unwise move.

As for the tickling sensation of Gabriel's presence. Bedivere chuckled, if Gabriel would and could probably read everything in his mind. Every intent and past action. Every bit of history he brought to the surface, layers buried deep. And he smiled. Knowing that Gabriel would find out something quite possibly disturbing. Very disturbing. Well other than the fact that Bedivere wanted to murder Gabriel and was well within distance to end it, yet found Gabriel useful enough for the time being to at least serve as a figurehead for whatever it was they wanted to try now. Oh and the fact that had been busy killing off the other Old Bloods behind the scenes. To which he envisioned a smile and let Gabriel see his own name on the bottom of the list. It was rather clear to the mind-reader that Bedivere really cared not for his little puppet show, nor for what his mouth would say next. For should Gabriel want to keep his little game, then he had better shut up and play at the table at last.

"You are one to speak O'Neal. For whereforth am I here but to answer your call to conspiracy? False promises and Betrayals you cry out? Well then, you can see why I have dire reservations to do so. You do not speak the entire truth yourself, nor do I, or anyone else here for we are creatures of the silver tongue. Gifted with guile beyond measure, but only so few of us know how to use it. Brother Mithias here is rather blessed to be immune to his father's lobotomies, and yet the Old Codger never mentioned Doctor Church here. So clearly even information is withheld from our own fledgings. Does this come as news or bother you O'Neal? Or have you in your lifetimes never quite understood the concept of the shadow war we live in? Had you the ability to probe my mind, you would see the truth in naked form, beautiful and deadly, enslaving but yet liberating.

I killed the Council. All those unworthy to remain, those cowards, Magnus and the Wolf, the Eastern vampires, Lady Natasha, my former European Allies, the Africans... The rest were hunted by the Purge, but I merely assisted in the thinning of bad blood. Removal of those who would tether us down in a war with cowardice and ineptitude. I am the porcelain plate to which they should streaked against, for if they cannot best me, they would fall against the humans like pearls cast before the swine." A moment's pause to take a drink of his newly acquired cup of hot tea from the passing concierge. "And you would also know there is but one key to his tomb. Not the three I lead you to believe existed. But the key is beyond the grasp of we Immortals. For a vampire which attempts to set a foot within the place the key is kept, shall be greeted with death. So try as you may, you shall need to send a human to fetch your key. And I shall let no such human pass my halls unless they are Knights of Camelot..."