Sandro seemed uninterested in the conversation about family. That was one thing he had never cared all that much about. Like Alistair he believed family was the one you chose. Yes he had gotten along well with his Sire, but he also hadn't seen his sire in somewhere around a thousand years. One of those numbers he had forgotten to keep track of. For a Historian he was awfully good at forgetting dates. 

In concern to the drink, Sandro touched the cup of cold blood, and without taking a sip he grimaced. "Were we here to discus something, other than dinner sources?"