"What rumors would those be?" Bouchard asks blandly. His asymmetrical features give him an excellent poker face. "Speak your mind or leave the way you came in. No weasel words."
"Some Kindred claim that the Prince has left the city," you reply.
"Interesting," Bouchard says, clasping his hands in front of him. "I hadn't heard. And what would this information have to do with me? I'm not in the business of starting rumors, Agad the Imperishable, you can tell your Seneschal that."
You groan inwardly. This isn't getting off to a good start. "I'm not here to lay blame. In truth, we are attempting to track Arundel down and we would like your assistance."
"So," Bouchard grunts. "It's true then? This won't do." He shakes his head. "This won't do at all. And if Corliss is coming to me for information, that means she's got nothing. Either that or…" He trails off, eyes squinted as though deep in thought.