Joscelin smirked, taking the chocolate. Oh, yes, he could do with a real meal. He hadn't had an American in at least forty years; it was too risky to go after tourists these days and he still had his "rehabilitation" to think about. And it was working, for the most part. Just a few days ago he'd been promoted to baron. Not that that meant anything, of course. Just an empty title without any power to back it up.

There was still no news about whether or not he'd ever get his daylight jewel back.

"Maybe I will have to get something to eat," he replied, almost as if to himself.

To hell with caution.

Later that night, after the shop had closed and darkened, Joss waited for the American to emerge. He followed the man for several minutes until they were in a sufficiently darkened street.

"Good evening," Joscelin said with simpering politeness. "I had hoped to take you up on that meal you so kindly offered me."