"I'm glad you understand the situation. Yes, that is what I want. For now." He resumed his petting of the kitten. "We're not your enemies, Sarah, though I don't expect you to see it."

He prodded the kitten, who had been licking his fingers. London reluctantly stood up. He gently picked him up and set him on the couch beside him. "Know, however, that there's nowhere you can go, nowhere we can't find you. We have a powerful bond, however you would like to deny it.

There nowhere you can hide him, either - given your emotional connection. Don't defy us, and we won't have to prove it." He stood and made his way to the door, turning back briefly. "Be grateful it's me you're having this conversation with, and not my sire. She is not as forgiving as I." And, as if in a twirl of a cape - though he wasn't wearing one - he was gone.