"Good evening. I presume you must be Miss Jang Hyun-ah, eager to know about her ancestry. Charmed, I'm sure. Your results are in!"
"Well? You wouldn't want to keep a lady waiting, wouldn't you?"
"I beg your pardon, but this is the first time I see a Toreador that isn't dressed for the occasion."
"Oh, really? Do you think I can pardon that? Me and my sire have killed for much less."
"Congratulations: I hereby proclaim you a French-Korean woman looking like a high-flying Chinese gacha videogame heroine."
"You've got to be shitting me..."
"What, you really thought you were actually the daughter of some Chinese immigrant, and walked into my workshop expecting to celebrate the news jumping around in a Jade Beauty costume?"
"Fuck my unlife! My night is ruined!"
"Hah! You fell victim of a happy coincidence: you were given a Korean name after your embrace, and yet you did have a parent straight out of the peninsula all along. You were just beaten so hard you forgot everything. Don't you remember your father started a dojang in Paris, went to train in Korea and there he met your mom..?"
"Pray tell, do you happen to known this because of your sorcery, or of science?"
"We both keep our secrets inside our respective clan, don't we?"
"Sigh. Magic, science, does it even matter at this point..."
"I couldn't help but notice you must know some disciplines outside your clan."
"Oho? And what else can you tell?"
"Your blood is potent, as if you were a Cainite from a generation earlier than your contemporaries, earlier than mine even. D-Did I mention it's a pleasure doing business with you, ma'am?"
"It's the guild that's paying for your services: a reward for winning that little moonlit, no holds barred tournament on a cruise ship. That was my formal debut."
"By the way, are any of your jewels made in Italy?"
"No, my fists are. I learned boxing in Rome."
"Oh. Erm... It goes without saying this little conversation we just had is s-strictly co-confidential..."
"It better be, Tremere."