Dillon nods his consent to all of the plans outlined so far, and enthusiastically so at Martha's proposal of how to easily obtain materials through taking advantage of the swings in economy. She absolutely has a head for the matter, and he has little reason to add redundant comment*.
"I do sneak off to sniff around on my own from time to time, though." The Gangrel's smile is sly, and he looks to Martha just to throw in a cheerful wink. Reassurance that he's just acting mischievous, not contrary.
It is true, though. Like earlier, when a brief patrol for some fresh air to calm his restless spirit turned into beating the stuffing out of some punks who were unlucky enough to try and rob a hundred and seventy year old vampire.
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