"No. No, not mine, thanks. Blair Lowell, right? I'm James Orland. I have been—looking for you."

Head tilt.

"Oh? What for?"

(On his shoulder, the bound man struggles and attempts to scream. He is ignored.)

"I—ran into your sister, in England. She's very, very worried. She hasn't—given up, yet, doesn't want to think you are dead. She is trying to do everything she can to find you."

"Aw," says Blair, with a fond smile. "Knew I remembered her for a reason."

Then his eyebrows raise. "I wasn't aware she knew any vampires. Except me now, I suppose."

Oh good he remembers. That's—that's really good.

"Uh, she doesn't really know I'm a vampire. Or that I came looking for you."

"So you came trekking across Europe to find a guy that you didn't know, for a girl that doesn't know you're a vampire, or that you're looking for me. Do you do this often?"

"Well not this in particular."

"How long have you been trying to find me?"

"It's been... a few weeks, I lost track of time. A month and change."

"Uh... huh. Might I ask why?"

He seems to find something very funny.

"She was very miserable, and I could do something to fix it. I like helping people, when I can."

"Well, all right. I guess I can understand that. Would you like to help me with an... errand of mine?"

"Sure! What do you need?"

"I would like to kill my coven."

He frowns. "Why?"

"Because they forcibly turned me, dropped me in front of five humans straight out of turning, and my witch power didn't let me disassociate from humans as people, so I found the whole thing kind of traumatizing. I would like to avenge myself."

"...yeah, okay, sure, I'll help."

"Excellent," says Blair, with a slightly terrifying smile. He glances at the human he's carrying. "Do you want this? I already ate, it's much easier to hunt for myself than others."

"Sure, haven't eaten in a while, thanks."

He has fairly good table manners.

Blair obligingly holds his breath and does not fight over the terrible person. The terrible person is properly disposed of.

"Right, so. I'm just going to happily bounce up to them and introduce you and say I made a friend. Then we take them by surprise. Sounds good?"

"It does. Can you fight at all, in addition to being a newborn?"

"Haven't had much chance to practice, I was going to lean on the element of surprise. I have been a very docile newborn, they are not expecting an attack from me and they're expecting to get to work together to take me down. And not for me to get help."

He nods. "Focus on the hands, they're important, but not so much so that you get distracted, a well-aimed kick can get your head off and then they can do whatever they want with you. Your strength is your biggest asset and, yeah, element of surprise will help, even during the actual fight—they will expect you to be unable to do anything smart when your instincts are taking over, so if you prove them wrong that can be decisive."

He nods. "Thanks. I bet I can prove them wrong," he says, brightly.

"Then let's surprise them."