"And when I have incredible reflexes and we are completely certain not to damage anything or hurt anyone, and I don't even need to breathe so I can be very quiet."

"Yes, but I still need to breathe, and it's not like we're hurting for other places to go, you can take me to other places that are not closed on Sunday's. I did not plan to go to a castle when I woke up this morning, I can..." She pauses. "... You can get us past security without getting caught, and keep us from being discovered by cleaning people or anything? And no damage to anything inside or anyone the wiser?"

"That would be correct."

She wavers for another couple of seconds, then:

"Okay, fine, you're a terrible influence upon me. Take me away, James, we're breaking in."

"As my lady wishes," he says, then scoops her and—

—well, running she's seen. She's never seen jumping.

Yvette allows herself a very tiny squeak of delight at the wonders of jumping. Eee! Having a vampire boyfriend(?) is so great!

Vampire boyfriend reaches the top of a rampart and sets her down. "I smell satin that way."

Upon being put down, she clears her throat and attempts to look serious.

"Really? Wow. Okay, let's go that way, then. So I'm getting the impression the senses are very intense."

"I think that however intense you think they are, they're more, even when you take this advice into account."

"... Okay. Noted. That sounds more overwhelming than fun, though."

"Extra brainspace makes it... not as overwhelming. And you get used to it."

"I suppose so, yeah. So it'd be the first couple of years that are the real danger. You said my brother had excellent control for his age?"

"He did, yes. He was carrying a guy when I found him, to bring to his covenmates, but when I agreed to help him kill them he let me eat him without even growling."

Yvette... stops walking.

"I'm sorry, what."

"—oh, he wanted revenge on his covenmates for turning him and forcing him to eat people and become a mass murderer. He was waiting until he could be sure he could take them, I think, but when I showed up I helped him."

"Oh. And he was carrying a guy... Why?"

"He was the coven's designated hunter because his covenmates didn't really enjoy doing it and he had strong opinions about which type of people they should eat so they let him fetch their food."

"Oh. That... makes sense. And he has since been informed that animals are a thing he can eat, and has since switched, probably."

"He did seem interested in the concept, and you'd know him better than I do."

"It... depends on some factors. He'd do it for me if he remembered me properly, I think, but I'm not sure he does. And I don't know how traumatized he was by his turning and how much he needs a hug about it."

"He did not seem traumatized..."

She raises her eyebrows. "He wanted to kill these people? In revenge for forcing him to kill people and turning him into a mass murderer? Thereby cutting him off from his family, his friends, and his life? Yeah, he's traumatized."

"I see." They reach a door... which turns out to be locked. "Hmm. Do you have hair pins or anything like that that you would not mind got destroyed?"

"Do you know how to pick a lock?" she asks, archly. "I have pins I'm willing to sacrifice, but not blindly."

"Yes, I know how to pick a lock. I don't always want to break into places by breaking places."