[A breath out, fast and light and curling into a wistful smile at the edges. He misses Lourdes, for all that she was miserable and selfish and cruel. He can't help but miss her.]

Control is not my domain. Nor my desire. I told you there would be consequences, and so there are.

Do you really still think I'm prey?

[Yes; yes, of course he does, right down in his freshly warm marrow, because the habits of centuries die hard. He has to bite his lip, because he is not laughing, he is still not laughing. Even if it's the funniest thing in a long time.]