Matthew had learned to ignore the demons, unless they got too close, but his sword-cane was in hand and Matthew feared nothing with a weapon on him. Still, he was too busy counting his wad of cash to look around him.

Uncharacteristically devoid of company, there was nothing to distract him from that growling sound that his ears picked up. More then that, it was a sound he recognized. A Kindred..

The last thing he expected was the earthy flower smell that always came with with messy curly head of his Nephew.

"There are better fights to be found her, Alexander," he says, sounding far too pleased for the situation.