[Gods, they're going to have a veritable library of scrolls soon, he just knows it.

The vampire reaches out with his pointer finger and presses it against Winter's chest, accusingly. But playfully.]

That you are far too competent to be a throwaway lackey taking orders from a retinue of higher-ups. For gods' sakes, you fire magic blasts from your palms to send enemies flying into next week; and even if you didn't, you have talent. Surely that makes you more unique than the average thief, and uniqueness adds value.

And value... well, it probably means some kind of influence, hm?