Blaine would argue that it didn't matter if they had known or not. When he had told Matthew not to embrace him it had happened anyway. The only thing that would have saved him from his fate was dying before he saw Matt again. Despite not wanting a second life the blonde had made the most of it. He couldn't imagine the blood that would've been spilled if Matthew had been too late to 'save' him from death.

He was steadily gazing at Matthew as the man responded. When he was done, he gave a small shake of his head. "You're hard, not cruel, amore." Then he pulled his legs up and reached back to push against the wall, rocking himself forward onto his feet. "You're hard and selfish, but when it mattered the most you did apologize to me. It was only once and I only appreciated it long after the fact, but I heard you."

Blaine walked until he stood next to the pair and reached out to gently brush the hair out of Joslin's face. A new fledgling. His to take care of. He didn't feel like he was ready for such a thing, but just like Matthew had been his sire in Lucchi's stead, he may also do the same for Joslin. The blonde didn't know what was going to happen now. Briefly he thought of Maurice and grimaced before the expression smoothed away and he turned his attention towards his lover.

His hand reached up to cup Matt's face, fingers gently curling over the strong jawline. His voice was in soft, imploring French as he tried to keep a furrow from his brow. "Please, love. No more trickery. No more deceit. I don't want to go through this again. If someone must be turned and I'm to do it, don't let me attack them like a monster."

His eyes dropped to Joslin again as he took a step back to reach for the door and open it. "I won't like it and I'll try to convince you otherwise, but I'll do it to avoid feeling like this."

Used. Beaten. Resigned.