Whether or not intentional, Mirabelle felt as if Morven was accusing her own family of being unable to maintain the city on their own. So when she spoke, her tone was cool and she struggled not to glare at the older vampire. "Yes, the [i]unfortunate business[/i] probably brought upon your grandson for his past interactions with rogues," she pointed out. "New York City was perfectly fine before Alistair decided to settle him and his family here. It seems as if trouble follows them, if anything. We can handle rogues just as well as they can." Granted, her sire was arguably just that, but the less she added the better.

Klaus, however, picked up on where Morven's disapproval truly lied. Amusement lit his dark gaze and the corner of his lip pulled into a small grin. She only fed off of animals--of course the Blackmoore family's brutish ways were frustrating for her. The gears clicked together so easily in his head, but perhaps only because it takes one to know one. He glanced to Mira, then back to Morven as he contemplated his realization.