You've been distant ever since a sigil was forcefully carved into your flesh above your heart. Not only that, but the wound became infected and now you got a little sick from it. Your view on The Savoys changed. Especially your view on Serafine. One day, Nicodeme pulled you to the side and in the car when you were alone. Serafine was there too.

Serafine: "'Dere ya are. Care to explain why ya been real quiet, cher?"

Nicodeme: "Why ya been avoiding us dis past week? Ya still mad, aren't ya?"

What would you say?