"Of course I will," Vivian says with a sniff. "And don't presume to question me again, childe. I'm sure you understand that there is protocol in place for such eventualities. She'll receive the medical care she needs, rest assured. I'll make sure your little pet is well looked after."
"Pet?" Mikhaila asks. "What did you mean by that?"
"Worry not," Vivian says, draping an arm around her shoulders while leading her away toward the elevator.
There isn't much you can do aside from openly denying the will of a Primogen, and given the volatility of the situation, you'd rather not volunteer yourself for the executioner's block.
Next
Agad the Imperishable!" Lucca calls you from one of the discreet feeding rooms to the right of the main hall. "Come here for a sec!" You follow her voice and brush aside the charred and twisted strands of what used to be reflective metal beads obscuring the goings-on within the intimate nook. "You seeing what I'm seeing here?" She steps back, revealing a body that missed the brunt of the blast. His chest is riddled with ragged puncture wounds. Either the killer got extremely carried away with a large knife, or this is the work of a vampire's claws.