Harry blinks, arching an eyebrow. "Psychic tranquilizer? Interesting."

Harry shrugs a bit. "From what we've seen, most Kindred who give in to their beasts end up like the Sabbat, not much better than wild animals. And all of us retain less and less of our former humanity as we age." The centuries have certainly taken their toll on Harry's humanity, though markedly less than most Kindred.