Henry, too, looks around carefully. He doesn't know these streets anymore like he does New York's. There, even with all its chaos, he knew when things were different. When something wasn't quite right. Here, he's still a stranger. The prodigal son returned after a long while but with no fatted calf to receive him.

Speaking to a vampire, it's easy to admit his own secret. Plus he's trying to get used to saying it.

"Immortal."