Cyrus listens intently to Sasha, realizing that he has become privy to more delicate informations. Of course, insider problems should always be kept in house, and even then, with discretion.
  "Ah..I must confess, Ms. Moreau, that I had some initial concerns when I had heard that the current Prince is Malkavian, but from your reactions, I would say that is of little matter at the time."
    His hand raises to his face, chin resting in the crook of his thumb, a ponderous gesture belying his concentration of the matters at hand.
    "As for the other two...Mr.Cohen and Mr. Ulys..well, you well know that their first impressions with me were far from favorable, behaving like impetuous children. As much as new blood is always needed in our clan, sometimes a culling of the weak is needed as well." He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, "I truly wonder how they managed the Agoge"
    There is a soft 'ding' and the elevator doors slide open silently, revealing polished lobby. Cyrus turns to Sasha as they move out of the elevator, flicking a mote dust from his otherwise impeccible suit.
    "Perhaps it would be prudent, Ms. Moreau, if I would take my own vehicle, just in case I need to become ...unavoidably absent.."