He didn't respond immediately, ruminating instead on what her words may mean. He'd had friends, lovers, throughout the centuries, but no one he would call family, not since Madrid. Not since he was a child who watched a mom lynch his mother. For all their closeness, he even kept Nathan at arms length. There was likely something a therapist would have to say about that, not having been exceptionally close to anyone for five hundred years, but he didn't entertain those thoughts long.

"So am I." And it was the truth. "Wherever it may go."