Watching her closely, but mostly in a curious way. Someone who doesn't spend a lot of time around people, but when he does, he tries to hide who much his derangements can affect him. That was part of how he played the Masquerade.

She had no easy task, when one never knows how deeply one may feel about the traditions. In this, she was lucky, he was Matthew's nephew. Phoebe had raised him more of a Sabbat, Matthew beat the masquerade into him over the years before they both broke the blood bond from his sire.

"Wait..." That felt oddly specific, something about it making him focus more on her. While he couldn't read aura's he did have acute scenes. Focusing on her trying to drown out the party. But, it was too loud for him to focus to try to hear her heart. "Are you saying, perhaps if one had a set of rules they must live by, they would no longer need to?" The tone sounded troubled.