Gerard has never been held back by anything as pedestrian as a moral compass. Before entering your employ, he worked as an enforcer for a local crime syndicate. Calm, cool, and professional. When the syndicate chose to attack one of Prince Arundel's companies, he'd ordered the organization wiped out, but saved their most useful men and women for his own use, granting you one of your choosing. Gerard had been the obvious pick, and he reacted well to the gift of agelessness, exchanging loyalty to money for loyalty to the Blood.
You discard your clothes and Gerard collects them gingerly, his nose wrinkling at the state of their disrepair. "These won't be of much use to you anymore," he says. "I'll see about replacing them."
"That would be good, Gerard. Thank you."
"If I may be so bold, sir," Gerard asks with an unusual degree of trepidation in his voice. "Has Prince Arundel resurfaced yet? I've heard rumors among the servants…they believe he's left the city."