Trahearne slowly nodded to Klaus. He didn't quite understand those terms in the first place, but the meaning was clear. It made this situation slightly easier to swallow, but only slightly. But what other choice did he have? For whatever reason, certain undead were tolerated here - or perhaps it was only Devin in particular.

It was still difficult to accept. Trahearne knows all too well what the undead are capable of, and to him vampires looked to be a more insidious version of the rotting creatures he was familiar with.

He narrows his eyes at Devin, only seeming further annoyed, but he manages to hold his tongue this time. "I would also like to be done with this. The hour grows late." It had been a late hour in the first place. So much for finding a moment's peace, or even being able to finish one of his books.