Jack winced, his visage twisting in an ugly grimace upon hearing his lord's words. Definitely a new low for Ventrue. More than one would rethink their loyalties at this point, but not Jack. There was simply too many events, too much time fighting side by side against an unforgiving eternal life and society. He just shrugged it off, a smile appearing in his face as he stoically braved the blow and the humilliation he was feeling right now.

And then, Lord Ventrue's tantrum seemed to come to an end. Waiting for his cue, he tensed his little, tiny arms and used his vampiric strength to begin carry the Lord, as if he were a child or a maiden, heading up for the lord's quarters.[color=Brown]" Joke, my lord? That is despair speaking. You're no joke. You're the most transparent person I've ever meet. One who's not afraid of baring his true intentions and heart to the cruel, and unforgiving blows. One brave enough to keep going, keep being honest no matter how many knives in the back your receive."[/color]

He then paused, readjusting the weight. [color=Brown]"Well, if you die, theoretically I would inherit everything. But... I would lose everything. See, lord Ventrue, you created Jack. [i]You[/i] were the one who gave a nameless disgrace an identity on its own. This life of mine... is yours and yours forever. Without you, there would be no Jack."[/color] He said in a quiet voice to the lord.

[color=Brown]"Even if you make an enemy of every single Elder, King Dracula himself, and the rest of your brood, I'd glady charge into them at your command."[/color] The tiny prelate finally announced, before depositing the elder in his bed.

Clutching his fists, he grabbed the nearest of the underlings, his high-pitched voice suddenly gaining a deep commanding tone. [color=Brown]"Send patrols out there. Armed. It must look like we're doing something. But stay peeled on the other clan's movements. Do not disturb the elder unless it's important. Report to me any findings. Got it?"[/color]