Liam leaned forward a bit, nostrils flaring. "You don't smell like a diablerist." Ewan looked at him, irritated, and the Garou shrugged. "Not that I know what one smells like. I thought you said there was like an Aura or something."

His cousin looked pointedly at the door, and Liam shrugged, backing away a few more steps and letting the Kindred get on with it.