Joscelin is old enough to know magic for what it is. In life, he had not possessed the gift; he'd been thoroughly unremarkable in that regard. Still, after several centuries as a member of the vaguely magical undead, one does tend to pick up a trick or two.

"A fae descends amongst the mortals," he says with a slight smile. "Don't worry. I have seen far too many of my brethren seduced and destroyed by the particular temptations of your kind. I have no intention of repeating their folly."

Fae blood is said to be the purest and most delicious of all, but it is also maddeningly addictive. As much as Joss would like to try it to see if it really is as incredible as they say, he values his unlife far too highly.