Lloyd let out another low growl as he leaned forward in his seat, tapping one of his clawed fingers on the table. "So not only are we to find this murderer, but we are to babysit this Malkavian that at any moment that can point to some random kine and are to capture or kill it without a second thought?" He said with a sneer and a tone of annoyance. "Excuse the savage for not seeing the grave insight that was put into that plan, but who am I to question the all knowing Camarilla. Not like you have ever been wrong in the past." He said with the same scolding tone. He was still tapping his claw on the table, by this point he had made a decent sized scratch mark into the wood. Lloyd moved his gaze back over to the girl sitting in the corner. He looked her over a moment, his scolding expression seeming to soften for a moment as he did so. He turned back to James, regaining his icy glare. "And what if she 'foresees' that a Camarilla official is the or one of the murderers? Is it within our right to bring them their final death?" He said raising a brow slightly. "And if it's all the same I am not staying in this tower. The park down the way will suffice as a suitable replacement for the woods."