"The Hunter's humanity is their greatest weakness. They are already walking Breaches of the Masquerade. They are already rabid to see us turn to ash. Yet, their minds are vulnerable. I am not suggesting that we have them Guard our havens while we sleep. I am suggesting we take advantage of our greatest weapon and enslave their minds. A blood drunk Hunter will tell us every secret we wish to know. A blood drunk hunter will be easier to manipulate, and ultimately, to kill. However, if it is her Majesty's wish that the Hunters are merely killed on sight, so be it. I will do as you ask."
But if you were not going to enslave my will with the very method I was suggesting, Takeda thought bitterly, you would lose some of my loyalty.
A dishonorable thought, but rage was burning inside her. Perhaps it was the phantom of her Sire hovering over her, the ghost of a hand upon the back of her neck...
"Very well," Takeda said after a moment. No matter the contents of her thoughts now, they would soon change. All for the better. Were she to continue down this path then she might try to take the Prince's head.
"I accept your conditions. My Prince."