Adelisa looked at Praetor with a slight glare, though her words would probably mean nothing to the man seeing as she was just introduced into the Blackmoore clan. She sighed softly and looked down at the blood in front of her. She muttered softly "if Dracula is in Lucien, maybe it isn't a physical battle that is to be done. Dracula, though very strong physically, is no longer in his own body. A soul is weaker when the soul transfers from host to host, so maybe this is a spiritual battle. Maybe the battle belongs to Lucien and Lucien alone." She shook her head and looked at Praetor once again. 

It wasn't right to taunt someone, let alone someone who came to help; but this was not the issue at hand. Besides, If she lead herself into fighting the wrong battle, she could end up hindering more than helping. She was prepared for the worst, though. If this ended up starting anything, she was prepared. Adelisa looked at Beatrix to see what her actions would be; yet Adelisa wondered if Beatrix was really fighting Dracula for the right reasons. Everyone probably saw her as being a fight-lusting vampire with reckless intentions, but Adelisa saw something. An emotion she couldn't quite pin point in her eyes back at the Blod building. Something was wrong.