He glances at the other man, more than slightly uncertain with himself, having to explain it when asked so bluntly. It's good to talk about it here and now though, he knows. Sylvia will undoubtedly ask the same sorts of questions, and she won't be nearly as understanding as Lancelot of his fumbling response.

"Hillingdon is running out of space," he says, simply. "The more the demand for hunters, the more hunters there are. The more hunters, the more need for territory we have. Especially in such a time as this -- Hillingdon can stand up against the vampires. But we can't do that hiding away in our little corner of the city. We aren't looking for an alliance, we aren't looking to step into politics exactly. We're just looking... To be taken seriously, I suppose. The way we should be. The way everyone else is."