Considering Vivian’s former life in Toronto was built upon lies and deceit, it was refreshing to just be that, honest. But she saw his grimace and with sincerity, she spoke. “I’m sorry if I offended you, Garrick. I’d just rather be honest than appease someone. You seem to deserve more than that.” He may be a Haunt, but many times she’d seen crippled people detest being fawned over. Then she moved to Sacramento and saw otherwise.
The Daeva’s head snapped to at the mention of Gerald. “Really, Gerald.” It seemed he’d been gone for quite some time. Was she really that caught up in other things to have not had a chance to talk to the Nosferatu yet? “You’ve been around here longer than I realized.” She snickered softly.
“Ah yes, the beach party. I had completely lost track of things that night and never went. I wonder how it turned out. I did have a bathing suit ready to go. Alas, time was not my companion that evening.” Darn the luck...
Shaking her head back and forth. “I’m not one to speak about another covenant, just what I’ve been told.” Vivian's head continued to shake. “But, the Carthians seem… well, I’ll leave that for you to decide.” Hopefully the Haunt get the hint.
3 successes-Don't even bother with them