"No," Harry replies, a tone of polite diffidence in his voice, "but if a Kindred wants to avoid hurting anyone more than is absolutely necessary to survive, they have to remain as close to human as they possibly can." He shows her his left hand, which has been in the shape of a bird of prey's talons for almost as long as Harry's been Kindred. "I've only ever lost control to my Beast once. I keep my control by staying well-fed, and by keeping as much of my former humanity as I possibly can." He pauses and adds, "Because this"—he points to his left hand with his right index finger—"is what happens every time a Gangrel like myself loses control. I've already got one feature that makes it harder for me to blend in—I don't want any more."

"Your Beast and ours are two different animals, if you'll pardon the expression." He smiles a bit. "But, since the method you taught Kat seems to be working for her, that might not matter much."