It's overcast, which means James doesn't have to be all "careful" while walking around outside, so he can in fact just walk around outside! It's nice to do that every now and then. And then there are a couple of packages he's expecting so he might enjoy this lovely unsunny day to visit the Post Office, why not.
"I haven't tried," he confesses. "There are some changes. Your eyes turn gold instead of red - maybe not for newborns - and your instincts work a bit differently. I was maybe a bit less strong?" He thinks back on it. "The thirst definitely had a different character, though. Hard to put a finger on exactly how."
"... Huh. Well, now I'll have to try it. Yvette will want to know, anyway."
"Will she?" He's maybe a touch more eager to know the answer to that question than its innocence would suggest.
Blair studiously does not giggle at the vampire that has definitely got it bad for his sister.
"Yeah. I don't quite remember everything, I'm leaning on my witch power a lot, but I don't think she'd be comfortable with needing to kill people to live. And we absolutely cannot go wrong by handing my sister all of the information we can get."
He nods and - doesn't need to commit this to memory but does the vampire equivalent of that. "What is your witch power?"
"Tracking power, but personality based. My feel of a person. As I talk to people I get more about them, and the better I know them the further away I can find them. But I get little wisps just from being around people. Which is why I don't eat people that don't deserve it."
He frowns a bit but nods. "And Yvette?"
"She's thataway." He points. "Had her right after turning."
"Do you remember a Franklin?"
He pauses to think.
"... Vaguely?" he muses. "My... father? Ah. There he is. Also thataway. I did not have him before, thank you."
They reach a store in which Blair can purchase supplies for systematic forgery! Of himself.
"So what's your plan after you've assured my sister that I am not dead?" he asks, at a pitch the pesky humans can't hear.
He shrugs. It's not like he's gonna tell her brother that he's going to charm her and hopefully sleep with her. "No specific plans."
"None whatsoever? Not even going off to find the next pretty girl to run all over Europe for over a month for?"
"It could be a pretty boy next time."
Blair snorts. "I suppose so." Yeah, bullshit, it is blatantly obvious to everyone but James that he is smitten.
Innocently: "Do you want some advice if you happen to have more than a minute long conversation with my sister?"
"I would appreciate that."
"Okay. So I'm pretty sure she values human life, for one."
"Well, she's human, so that makes sense."
"Right, but maybe don't just kill people because it's convenient. I think if she ever found out she'd be horrified and upset. Even if she doesn't find out, she'd be operating from the background assumption that there isn't much reason to kill random people. So. Kind of taking advantage of some misplaced trust, there, which: do you want to do that, James?"
He would rather die.
"No, that would not be very fair to her."
"Right. So. Horrible people or animals only, preference to animals," says Blair, brightly. Stationary, pens, and envelopes are acquired! Out of the store they go, now. Blair bought several different types so it looks less like he sat down and forged a series of letters.
"Let's see. Don't turn her without her permission. I realize like, Volturi, but I don't think my sister would turn down vampirism. But if you turn her without her permission and full disclosure at the start, she will not forgive you. And do we want that?"
"No, sir. It's bad enough to turn, and the surprise part doesn't help. But I don't think I'm going to tell her about being a vampire, anyway."
His mouth twitches. "Okay," he agrees, blandly.
"So, do also please remember that she is a squishy delicate human. Do not eat my sister. I realize your control's probably better than mine, but do not eat my sister."
He blinks. "I wouldn't. That would defeat the point."