You don't owe me anything. How were you supposed to know, when he can't tell you everything? [Shrug.] Stubbornness runs in your new family.

[One more sip of wine, before he sets the glass down and leans back again. Though there isn't much alcohol in it, it does its job on his pathetic vampire blood. Eliot has been more chill and mellow, and less traumatized.

But he knows that his being tipsy won't translate as peacefully to his other personality.]

I haven't told Augustine about all of that. As far as he's concerned, I'm just a brat. Probably better than way.