Alban watched the thrall as he went through it's motions, the tone as force as the chuckle and smile. Reminded him of a game-show host and it made his claws twitch as he rapped them against the wooden table. Alban leaned forward dragging the claws against the wood as he did the large marks indented into the wood.

Alban kept his blue eyes on not only the thrall but the surrounding myriad of other vampires. Watching them carefully from under the deep hood. [i]Pretty things all of them.[/i] and the claws dug harder into the wood creaking his section of the table. and waited for the thrall to finish before he spoke.

"So let me get this straight puppet. Your..." He pulled his clawed hand from the wood splintering most of it off and rolled his wrist "Master wants to help me?" a chortle erupted from him, his heavily accented voice trailing off afterwards "Must be taking the piss." Ablan leaned back fully and the hood fell from his face showing the terrible mark of his breed, the paled dead skin the sharper features and the sickly look of him.  

"I am taking a risk by being here puppet. The under baron sees much through our eyes." Alban let out a grunt and kicked the worn mud covered shoes onto the table and rolled his jaw until it gave an audible crack. "And we are to expect that this master of yours is doing out of the kindness of its black dead heart?" Alban leaned to the side the cracking of his jaw letting some of the congealed rat blood and hair that was stuck in his teeth released and he spit it out onto the floor before wiping his lips with the sleeve and looking hard at the thrall.