"If necessary, yes," Lang says. "In the event that I cannot pass it on myself. Although I suppose it's likely that she's already figured out much of what she needs to know."
"You want me to fill the gaps in case you can't do so yourself."
He frowns at that, but doesn't bother denying it. "Suffice it to say that what I tell to you I say with purpose. In any event, it appears unlikely that—"
From down the hall, Gerard clears his throat conspicuously before joining you in the living room. "I've done my level best to ignore the particulars of your conversation, sir, but there came a point where I thought it prudent to announce my presence," he says, eyeing you. You curse yourself. In the excitement, you'd forgotten to tell your distinguished guest that Gerard was likely in the adjoining apartment rooms.
Lang looks more annoyed than scandalized, which you take to be a positive thing. "What defenses do you have available to us?" he asks the ghoul brusquely.
Gerard gestures to the front door. "Single entrance point, reinforced by steel plating and five deadbolts which I've already engaged remotely from my office." He gestures to a .44 Magnum strapped at his belt. "I stopped a blood-starved vampire cold with this fine weapon once." He pats the grip fondly. It's not often that you get the chance to see Gerard showing off, and you're mildly amused by how he's hamming it up for your guest. "It's also a classic. Three more of varying qualities are available if you'd like to take a look, sir."
Lang seems unimpressed. "I'll leave that in your capable hands, then."
A sharp chirping noise cries out from Gerard's office computer and he hastily trots over to examine the cause before returning with a distressed look on his face. "There's a woman out there, sir. She's standing alone, not moving a muscle."
"Let me see!" Lang pushes past him into the study to get a look at the security feed. A string of curses follows him, all sense of decorum forgotten in his haste.