“Don’t you just think of everything,” Ishmael said, languidly impressed, as Monty struck up the music on a player Ishmael still thought of as new-fangled, though it was hardly new at this point. He liked to keep up with the world as it turned, to keep immersed in it – but it would be strange for Monty, too, to one day feel a little out of time, living past all natural bounds.
But he wasn’t sure how well he needed to keep up with the world, when nowadays he had Monty right here. “And so is this a dance, or a seduction?” He teased, his other hand finding Monty’s side to move in time with the music, closer than they ever would have been as humans in high society. He was almost surprised, sometimes, that there was still as much as romance as ever. Not because he thought Monty would tire of him, but because Ishmael still expected there to come a day Monty would reckon with the bitter downsides of being a vampire.
But he wasn’t sure how well he needed to keep up with the world, when nowadays he had Monty right here. “And so is this a dance, or a seduction?” He teased, his other hand finding Monty’s side to move in time with the music, closer than they ever would have been as humans in high society. He was almost surprised, sometimes, that there was still as much as romance as ever. Not because he thought Monty would tire of him, but because Ishmael still expected there to come a day Monty would reckon with the bitter downsides of being a vampire.
