[ It was a curious thing, the way Jean-Claude worked that question. Such an innocent sounding comment and yet Will could see all the barbed hooks within.

He smiled. It was an expression that didn't reach eyes that had gone flat, like mirrors of their own, reflecting Jean-Claude back upon himself; in so much as you could do that with a vampire.]

You've asked a question that can only be answered by what is seen in the mirror of each other.

[ Then, hands folded behind his back, Will leaned in, speaking softly; as if to a lover. ]

I don't think either of us are ready for that kind of intimacy, do you?