Eleanor: Good evening, Charles!
Charles: Do you have a moment, Eleanor?
Eleanor: For you? I have two!
[Eleanor and Charles duck into an empty room or hallway]
Charles: I'm so sorry, Eleanor!
Eleanor: *You* are sorry! Why don't you take better care of your herd, Charles. Now you've done it.
Charles: I didn't know!
Eleanor: You should know better by now! Just as soon as your blood supply shows any illness you need to stop feeding since…
Charles: We are under attack.
Eleanor: You don't. Of course we are under attack, Charles! We are always under attack.
Charles: Leave with me.
Eleanor: What?
Charles: Let's move away together. Let's start fresh somewhere else.
[Eleanor scoffs - there is an extended silence]
Charles: I believe that the Tremere can find us a cure.
Eleanor: They can't find out how I was infected, Charles.
Charles: Just tell them you drank the tainted blood of a mortal. That is how all us Ventrue got sick.
Eleanor: Someone is going to talk. They will just create a story, Charles. Someone will know!
Charles: They won't, Eleanor. They…just let me deal with this. Try to stay away for the most part and I'll find us a cure.
Eleanor: I mean it! This could be the end.
Charles: For us?
Eleanor: Yes. I don't want to see you for a long time now.
Charles: What?
Eleanor: Go away. Leave town! I'm sick of this.
[long pause, Charles sighs]
Charles: As you wish.