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.