Jim nodded pensively. "Yeah... we should." That he couldn't disagree with. The Taifa didn't fear many people. Not the faceless Russian Haunt, nor feisty little Tracy Burns, nor the pleasant but rough Mexican Lord, and certainly not his Priscus. Respect, sure -- all four of those Kindred were worthy of his respect. But fear them, he did not.
But the Taifa's brass balls did not go so far as to extend to Conner Greyson. And after the last time he saw Jose be petulent around the Reeve, he prayed to Vishnu that Jose would not cop an attitude. No matter how well-liked Jose Matias seemed to be, he feared that few to no fucks would be given by the Reeve for a lawbreaker. Please, Jose... find guidance and wisdom enough to be gracious.