Massacre might be taking it a touch too far, in Cassidy's experience. He didn't have a Brujah's anger to contend with — at the same time, regular, pedestrian, human anger could be enough of a problem. And there had been a drive to a certain type of violence that he'd needed to learn how to control.

"Tremendous quantities of alcohol, mate. At least when I was three sheets to the wind, I wouldn't be able t'land all me punches. Lucky I didn't inherit me dad's tendency t'get sullen after a few pints."

He glanced up from the melting powder to Matt's face. "Are you gonna wanna take this through your blood, or mine?"