[He most certainly can. He meets Godfrey's gaze for several moments that seem to take an eternity, by his count, and those eyes pierce through him as surely as any weapon could.]
Yes, I imagine you do.
[There is a weariness that threatens to overcome his voice, but he manages to keep it in check for a few moments longer, long enough to turn his back to his clan's captive and to pull the door open to speak to the guard waiting outside— thankfully, he is able to keep his voice even for the duration, and Godfrey will easily be able to overhear his informing whoever is waiting that he'll be needing 'quite some time' and to leave him to his work without straining.
The door clicks shut once more, and the vampire locks it from the inside before taking a step back and raising a hand to trace a sigil in the air before him that shimmers briefly before it expands outwards, dissipating into brightly colored energy that vanishes as it touches the walls of the room itself.]
No one will be able to hear us, now.
[He turns back towards the table and at last moves forward, setting the portfolio he'd been carrying on its surface before he leans forward and rests a hand against it. What little composure he'd had left is fraying quickly; the whites of his eyes show as his shoulders sag and his expression becomes one of pain, distress as he unravels.]
You are not meant to be here! I can hardly begrudge you wanting to harm me, but I did everything, everything within my power to ensure that the Tremere clan lost interest in you! To keep you safe!
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Yes, I imagine you do.
[There is a weariness that threatens to overcome his voice, but he manages to keep it in check for a few moments longer, long enough to turn his back to his clan's captive and to pull the door open to speak to the guard waiting outside— thankfully, he is able to keep his voice even for the duration, and Godfrey will easily be able to overhear his informing whoever is waiting that he'll be needing 'quite some time' and to leave him to his work without straining.
The door clicks shut once more, and the vampire locks it from the inside before taking a step back and raising a hand to trace a sigil in the air before him that shimmers briefly before it expands outwards, dissipating into brightly colored energy that vanishes as it touches the walls of the room itself.]
No one will be able to hear us, now.
[He turns back towards the table and at last moves forward, setting the portfolio he'd been carrying on its surface before he leans forward and rests a hand against it. What little composure he'd had left is fraying quickly; the whites of his eyes show as his shoulders sag and his expression becomes one of pain, distress as he unravels.]
You are not meant to be here! I can hardly begrudge you wanting to harm me, but I did everything, everything within my power to ensure that the Tremere clan lost interest in you! To keep you safe!