Just another worry added to the pile. In his mind's eye, a cartoon of sorts played out. A revolving door spun as a parade of Kindred of merrily waltzed in and out - exchanging smiles and tipping hats. It was the only means for him to stay reasonable.
Cordoba sighed. Slowly an open hand reached his face, rubbing his pale flesh. All because no one can keep a coherent thought together.
He caught Konrad's mention of exchanging information and Cotouri's clarification. A fleeting instance of annoyance passed through him. As the Toreador rationalized it, it was a wonder he was able to retain as much as he did.
"If I may suggest, why not comply with Miss Cotouri's request to have her aura perceived. If only to be thorough." He paused, thinking, "I believe the Russian proverb is, "trust, but verify."