Nice. Jean-Claude's lips twist in a wry smile at that choice of words. "No," he says, his voice dripping with an irony that probably makes no sense to Simon at all. "I don't suppose that many other vampires are as nice as I am, mon ami."

He watches him for a long moment, before he sits back in his chair once more. "As far as I know, I am the only vampire he spent any time with on that particular evening. Though I cannot account for his whereabouts since."