The girl was, by all accounts, focusing on small things at a time. At that very moment, her attention lay on Kain, and the buzzing little thoughts about the walls around her were quieted.

Taking another step forward, closing the distance, she scrutinized the other through half-closed eyes. Born! Like those things. The things Amshel could create with her blood, those puppet toys. She could only think of this one in those terms, as he was different from Chiropterans, and yet lower than her Chevaliers. "My blood creates everything, from the weak ones to Chevaliers. Everybody like us knows that, don't they. Pure blood is the only kind that creates."

Another step, and a pace to his right, like someone looking in at a twittering bird caught in a cage.