Lloyd's natural sneer grew across his face, letting out another low growl, as James answered him as if he was a simpleton. The Venture may have been putting on a show to hide his true feelings, but Lloyd made no effort to hide his true feelings, his annoyance of the man showing on his face as clear as the yellow of his eyes. He only broke his glare when he heard the Brujah speak up. [I] I hate to admit that this bastard is right, but I don't think the Garou would go out of their way like this. [/I] He thought to himself as he pondered the Kindred's words. After another moment Lloyd grew a crooked grin, his blood stained fangs being reviled. "You know what I'm going to hold you to your words Blue Blood." He said in his gravelly voice. "If we suspect that anyone of the Camarilla's finest is behind these 'horrid' acts I will make it my own personal duty to make sure they pay for their crimes." With that he brought the fingers he was taping on the table back towards him, leaving four deep claw marks in the wood of the table. His grin slightly as he eyed James. "No exceptions... sir." He added the sir in a slight mocking tone.