With the crosses gone and the situation rapidly moving towards settling itself out, Devin decides that he would rather not give their small crowd of spectators anything more to gawk at.

"Well, then - I shall take my leave, seeing as I'm not welcome anyway. We can continue this outside the city limits," he tells Trahearne, "if you won't take Mr. Reinherz at his word." Devin pivots towards the door, pausing at Klaus' shoulder.

"When I told you I was concerned that people would not be different, Klaus, I did not only mean forever having to stand at their gravesides," he hisses under his breath. "I meant this. You clearly still see me as a Blood Breed first before anything else, no matter what you say. This is where the honesty you advised gets me."

Without another word, Devin stalks out of the lounge, resolutely not meeting the eyes of their spectators. Leo will probably come make his opinion known later anyway, and a glimpse at the Fool's expression does not improve Devin's mood. The third is a stranger, and that's annoying, but right now he just wants to be gone.