"Ah, yes. Of course," Cesare says with a smirk and a laugh. "We all know your aversion to blood." He's not going to argue about her decision not to drink blood with her, not for now or directly anyway. But he's still disappointed. It's such a waste. It always will be. Natasha may be a vampire, but she's only half of one at this point, in his eyes. She has a lot to learn first.

"I'm surprised you're here, to be honest. With the greatest of respects, this isn't necessarily your fight." After all, Natasha isn't allied with Islington. She isn't choosing her own leader here, but someone else's.