He nods. "Wherever you want."

"It, should, not be my house, because I usually call a greeting to my father, and don't think I could fake being calm right now. I don't have a secluded sitting down place in mind right now, I don't really look for them, do you have an idea of one?"

"My place?" he asks, in a small voice.

"Sure, that, let's go there."

He nods. "I'll lead you there, then." He starts walking.

She follows after him, schooling her features to neutrality instead of an expression more suited to someone in the middle of freaking out about things that are definitely very worthy of a freakout.

It's close, if not as close as her place. It takes a bit less than ten minutes, and it's a rather nice house for a single guy living on his own.

And does he have a place upon which to sit in this house?

He does, in fact, because his house is also his office. There's a waiting room, tastefully decorated and with a few nice sofas.

Excellent. Yvette finds a nice sofa and sits on it.

"So, what's enforcing the secrecy things, how closely is it watching and how strictly is it enforced?"

"A secret governmental body in Italy. They have various witch powers—magical powers like the ones I mentioned earlier today—which they employ for enforcement, I don't know all of the powers they have. It's enforced with death at first infraction, and if the infraction was caused by an uncontrolled newborn then their sire is also killed."

"Did you happen to use real life examples of magical powers during the, the silly power hypothetical. Are memory reading and mind reading actual things in the world. Is, perhaps, this statute enforced with literal mind reading powers."

"Yes."

"Oh. And. And how strict are the laws, is it 'don't let it get out to the newspapers' or is it 'tell any human ever and you die'?"

"It's the latter, unless you have immediate plans to turn this human and can guarantee they themself have never told anyone else who isn't going to be turned."

"Okay," she squeaks. "Okay, that. Why don't you just. Go over all of the perks and negatives of being a vampire right now, so I can maybe come to a decision as quickly as possible, so the vampires in Italy do not have me for dinner."

"The first perk is immortality: you will not age, you are immune to diseases, the only way to kill you is to set you on fire and for you to be incapacitated enough to not be able to put out the fire just by rolling very fast. The usual way is decapitation followed by dismemberment and then setting on fire. If you're dismembered but your lost body part is retrievable you can reattach it."

"Useful. Okay."

"Perfect photographic memory from the moment you turn. Vastly improved senses: your peripheral vision is as good as your main vision, which is good enough to see microscopic details and ultraviolet; hearing is vastly enhanced and includes pitches both too high and too low for humans to hear; improved senses of smell and touch. Taste... is complicated, I will talk about this later. Speed, some vampires can break the sound barrier. Strength, I can probably stop an oncoming train. Durability, we are about as durable as diamond, perhaps more. If you have a witch power or a latent witch power as human it becomes more powerful when you're turned."

"I will probably want an explanation of 'witch powers' later that is nonhypothetical, but it can wait until after the vampire explanation has concluded."

He nods. "I think that's all for perks. There are some ambiguous things—my eyes are red when I'm fed, black when I'm hungry, and golden when I'm fed on animal blood. Sunlight makes me glitter like gemstones. The mate bond."

"... Wait, hold on, what was that one about the eyes? Red when you're fed on... what, exactly?"

"Human blood," he says, tilting his head.

"James. James do you leave the humans alive after you've had their blood."

"...no, but, but I've only been eating terrible people! Blair told me to."