You're sitting at a table in front of three other vampire lords, one of whom is yourself. A meeting to decide the future of your respective clans is taking place, and you have Damian, the leash around the werewolf's neck, behind you.

"Those dogs have been a problem lately, always meddling in our affairs." Zale, the third lord, speaks up, casting a nasty glance at Damian.

"Indeed. But our lady seems to have one on her leash, what a curious thing." Kallias, the second, smirks.