Thierry stepped alongside Vitus as their children were gathered to stand in front of the group. The two of them were friends of sorts, Vitus well used to Thierry's curmudgeonly ways after a century or more.
       "Ever wonder why the Crowboys don't just send a rocket through the window when we do this shit?" Thierry whispered.
       “I'm sure Dragomir has... Seemed awfully quiet out there tonight. Guess we shouldn't question why.”
Thierry rolled his eyes, “Yeah, guess YOU shouldn't question why, choir boy. Not all of us are patsies for the man.”
       “So you'll want to send your new man back eh? Wouldn't want to play into their game, it's just what they want...”
       “What!? No way. Ugh. Whatever.”
       “Thought so.”

       "Wait, I thought you were in 'network solutions.'
       "No silly, that was 'strategic business solutions,' I thought 'market analyst' fits better on this card. It's got embossing, nice huh?"
       "So, do you actually do anything related to business?"
       "Oh sure! You know, networking, making connections... Um, synergy... teamwork? I do well for myself, don't worry. "
       "So how did hiring teenage delinquents fit in?"
       "Hmm? Why not? Fun for me, get some minor tasks taken care of, and of course, helping 'at risk youth!'"
       "Right, it was very risky. Could have been killed by vampires. That would've been terrible."