Christof blinked, slightly taken aback by Evelyn's comment, but he quickly regained his composure. He had initially expected her to stay silent, but it appeared he was wrong. Leaning back into the plush upholstery, he threw her a lingering, sideways glance. The corners of his lips were turned up into a lazy grin, though it had a subtle sharpness of a razorblade to it. "Oh, I do have something to say. But it just wouldn't do to make a scene in front of the kids, would it?" Christof flung his arm outwards, in a wide sweeping arc towards the fledglings. A deep, humourless chuckle bubbled up from his throat, before dissipating just as quickly. The air was already thick with unease, and he wasn't about to be the spark that set off this powder keg crowd. His expression grew impassive once again, as Mithias burst through the doors like he owned the place. Shooting another look at Evelyn, he was honestly a little offended when she didn't make a comment about Mithias's apparent rudeness. [i]How hypocritical.[/i] Christof had always thought the two seemed a little odd; especially their interest in mortal affairs. It was almost as if they still thought they were one of them. 

So it was inevitable, really, when the two eldest in the room start bickering. Both of them held vastly different ideals, and arguments like this were commonplace. As usual, Christof stayed out of it. It didn't matter to him either way, so what was the point of getting involved? Still, he couldn't help but listen, a million thoughts running through his head at once. The two had valid points, but Christof didn't hold a strong opinion. It wasn't like anything was going to change if he took sides - better to look out for himself than get into something way over his head. Most of the time, he thought about leaving, to travel again, and if he got killed by a hunter out there, so be it. He had lived long enough anyway, finally succumbing to the unending void actually didn't sound so bad. But Christof always stayed. He wasn't quite sure what compelled him to, but maybe the blood bond between all of them ran deeper than he thought. Grabbing an empty cup, he dipped it into one of the bowls, collecting a small reservoir of blood.

Christof lifted the cool metal up to his lips, and took a sip of the dark, red liquid. At that very moment, one of the fledglings... Angel, if his memory served him well, ran off into the hallway after refusing to feed. What went through her head, he didn't know, but Christof had no doubt that she would eventually give in. It didn't matter how much you tried, no one could resist the bloodlust once it took root. The fledglings were an interesting bunch, to say the least. Their reactions to getting turned could not be different from one another's. Christof hated to admit it, but he was curious as to how they came to be. So, it was to his satisfaction when Mithias asked for what happened instead.