Given what had happened to her it was understandable. He was always glad though when people did not notice something as off about him. He would likely not tell her for a bit now due to the news if he ever told her. His eyes went wide, four nights... Phoebe had come home singing that annoying tone trying to be lovely dovey on him four nights before and had been sickeningly sweet until he called her a whore moments before. He was never kind to his sire even when he was blood bound because he hated her. He only bedded her to get her to leave him the fuck alone. "No, an animal would have made a huge mess..." He spoke as he frowned, Christina was far too sweet, the first time he had saw her she had made him miss his sisters terribly.

"Ms. Wells, I understand your grief, and please do not say no I do not." He started taking a breath. "I never told you this before because I do not like the way people look at me when they find out. But I was married once a few years ago, with a son and daughter. They were all three killed while I was on business so. I do know this pain. And the person who killed my loved ones escaped without punishment, but mayhaps I can help to seek vengeance for poor Christina with you?" It had been a game but this was too much, he would make Phoebe pay this time. He knew damned well it was her.

"Forget the card game, your child has been taken from you. And I can understand not wanting to return home. I do not have much in money at the moment." Phoebe kept him broke to keep him on a short leash. "But I could rent you a room in the hotel I am staying at. It would be away from home, and I can ask around to see if anyone knows about anything. I know many in the lower class."