Aldaric unknowingly held his breath as Katarina walked over to the bound society vampire. He smiled with admiration at how she so delicately tortured him with his own vicarious desires, feigning not to bite the vampire with a long, drawn out pause as a single brazen voice called out to challenge her in the background. Secretly, or rather not so secretly, Aldaric would have liked to have sank his teeth into Reginald himself, but he knew he could not. He was losing himself little by little with every feral feeding, and he knew it. He knew he only had so much time to exact his vengeance. Still, watching someone else who was so beautiful partake was... stimulating. 

Dropping down off the platform, Aldaric for the moment ignored Ehren and approached Katarina. "No my dear sister, there is no other way. None, except death, for to live by the permission of another is not to live at all. I know now that I can trust you." He refrained from touching her, being respectful of her space. Suddenly he spoke loudly and more jovially to the gathering of feral vampires. "Hey! If we're not living, we're dying! Right? Hahaha." 

Aldaric then walked away from the scene in the center of the room and toward Ehren, the vampire who had spoken out during the indoctrination. The rest of the ferals seemed to return to what they were doing, clearing the bodies off the floor and returning to mingling or dancing to some quieter music. He found Ehren standing where he had been near his table. Some human girl slinking off in the background did not escape Aldaric's notice, but he let her go in order to deal with Ehren. 

"Now, what is this sycophantic society speech I'm hearing?" He spoke mockingly out loud to himself as he looked directly at the disapproving vampire before him. He seemed to hesitate for a moment and blink at Ehren, noticing for the first time those red eyes, the familiar broad back, and that faintly recognizable scent. Aldaric tilted his head curiously, yet brazenly moved forward into Ehren's reach. 

It was difficult to guess at how powerful Aldaric was. He was older, had fed on vampire blood numerous times, and was undoubtedly fearless to approach so close to Ehren. It was damn-near unnerving as he used his mere physical presence as a challenge to goad Ehren into doing anything about it. He smiled, seeing Ehren maintain his ground and composure, then he backed off to a better speaking distance. "A pureblood who follows his own rules? I respect that." Aldaric's personality shifted again, going from mocking brat to a more controlled and intelligent as he dropped into his more serious, adult self. He spoke more slowly, as if recounting his own words to a historian for permanent record. "I heard what you said, but I am afraid that like it or not, we are already at war. The war began when vampires decided to kill each other over the pleasure of humans. When my family was attacked..." He clenched a fist, biting down his flaring anger. He exhaled, calming himself and smiled sweetly. "Ah, but we all know it was a farce for the purebloods to grab power, using those 'rules' as an excuse to kill who they liked. They don't want to be surpassed. A smart plan really. They goad even the human dogs into directing their hatred of vampires to us, sitting back and laughing while their two enemies fight amongst themselves. Will we die?  Heh heh. Maybe, but not until I have seen every one of those pureblood Society fucks burned to ash." The vampire was obviously a little off his rocker, but clearly motivated. His ramblings told of a completely different tale than Ehren had ever heard, that Aldaric was the victim from his point of view, and that the Society was merely a collection of peons all vying for power. "I'll tell you a secret, pureblood. I don't care about humans, and I don't care about vampires. All I care about is avenging my betrayal. Blood like yours gets me what I want, but not... yours... not your blood." He seemed to get confused for only a brief moment. Aldaric then snatched a glass of wine off the table beside himself and held it up to Ehren. "I'm going after Octus. Cheers." He drank the wine in one gulp and set the glass down.