[The mud and grass do little to slow Adrian down. After the consistent feeding and sleeping, this is the closest he'll ever be to having his full power. He marches tirelessly, eyes scanning the horizon, senses sharp in case they are followed anyway because he can't trust much else. Though Isaac has much else to deal with, he will exercise caution.

He listens to Trevor, a quiet agreement. Adrian tries not to, but he stiffens at the mention of the collar.]

Well. [His voice is a bit more withdrawn, soft, bored-sounding, not unlike when they first met.] If it's any consolation, I will know immediately if they manage to take control of me again.

Perhaps you should take the wine back.