"We are willing to admit to acting rashly. "Well…" he smiles disarmingly, "Henrik will admit no such thing, but most of us are willing to let bygones be bygones. Prince Annabelle has arranged a sanctuary for the Banu Haqim in London. Ontario, of course, not the United Kingdom. She is willing to discuss it with Mr. Salik in person, with full assurances to Prince Arundel that he will be returned unharmed."
"A domain of his own? A place where he can build a new home and start again free of his crazed blood-god in the Middle East with the blessings of the closest Camarilla Princes? It's worth at least considering. That actually brings me to why we're speaking." He looks to Corliss and she nods impatiently. "Your sire wishes for you to deliver the invitation. She fears—"
"I fear nothing," Corliss cuts in. "I am simply aware of the tension between Mr. Salik and myself. One could say we got off on the wrong foot. If you would speak to the man, Agad the Imperishable, I would be grateful. Prince Annabelle's offer has the full support of myself and Arundel. You can assure the vizier of that."