Saralegui shuffles closer to the fire like he's carrying a tray piled with glass, worried about somehow breaking something if he moves any less carefully.

"And why did you being them here?"

It sounds more unkind than intended, heavily tinged with his discomfort and uncertainty and irritation. But it's a reasonable question, in his opinion -- the Brucolac has never been subtle about his obviously mixed feelings on Redgate's new lord, and Saralegui wouldn't in a thousand years assume he was the vampire's first choice to go to in any emergency.