"My dear boy, please do not take offence when I say this... but your pack hasn't exactly been discreet. Your nightly patrols made it very clear which part of the city you are protecting. I simply looked for a large, recently rented building in the area... and found one. A warehouse, of all things. How very fitting."
"You've been watching our patrols?"
"Me personally? No. Those in my employ? Yes."
"We didn't scent many vampires."
"If you had, they wouldn't be worthy of being in my employ."
His face doesn't shift. He's still grinning his creepy grin, still staring his creepy stare. But somehow, his expression has taken on a note of smug superiority.
If you weren't sure before, you are now. You don't like this guy.
"What do you want with us?" you ask.
"Ah. Yes. Good." He leans forward. "Let's talk business. Recently, your pack came in contact with one Carrie Hobbs. She is a child of the moon, like you, and a dear friend. I wanted to enquire as to her current whereabouts, if I may."