Tausau had a stupidly happy grin on his face as he watched his grand-niece with her lover and it didn't seem like he had a care in the world, but seeing the diminutive witch gesturing at him and the other vampires, he turned his attention away from the lovebirds. After all, there were practical matters to attend to and as the leader of the Mongrel Hord, there was a limit to how much time he could indulge himself in his identity as Nyrielle's grand-uncle.
"You must be Sir Tausau," Heila said, welcoming the Clanless vampire. "Lady Ashlynn has made arrangements for you and your progeny to dwell in the cellars of the palace for the duration of our stay. I'm afraid it won't be comfortable, but it will be more secure than placing you somewhere in the city."