Simon wasn't buying any of it. He simply watched as the conjured tears fell. He had to give it to her though; they were convincing. Had Simon been another man, he might have ran to her to give her comfort. As it was, however, his hands stayed dangling at their sides as he assessed the situation. This woman was a vampire alright. “Solitude,” Simon said, “Has its benefits.” This was his method of saying that he did indeed blame her. He blamed her for the death of Mrs. Thomas. And the disappearance of William Shaw. “No. No, I was no friend of hers. It is a pity I will never have the opportunity of becoming that. I came on different matters. I was told a Mr. William Shaw had business with the apparently now deceased Ms. Ward. I have business with that man. He was last seen on this residence. If you could lead me to him, it would be of much appreciation from myself.”