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flaws of his body perfectly. As for the rest of him, it was clear that someone had spent a lot of time on the project. His hair was neatly trimmed and artfully styled to make him seem both casual and ready for a party at the same time. He was even wearing make-up, to smooth the wrinkles around his own eyes and mouth.
    Over all, the look worked for him pretty well. Since he didn't think of himself as more than a six on a good day, this had to be an ego boost for him.
    She waited to mention that though, since it was rude to leave people standing on the front stoop.
    "Please, everyone, come in!" She let them get inside, Bey acting as if he suspected a trap or ambush and moved around the little man slowly, in order to shut the door. For a Vampire he smelled nice. Slightly of cinnamon and clove. It was almost enough to make her hungry.
    Casually her hand brushed the back of his, stealing a copy of his mind in the process. Keeley already had one, a thing so old and vast that it wasn't totally comprehensible yet, but the new data she got was interesting. Lazar the Vampire, the one that had broken Zack's arm, had gotten himself killed. By her new little line walking friend, which was fascinating to learn. He'd used a node to tear the vamp in half. It was both clever and clearly not something that a human should be able to do at all. Her move wasn't lost on the ancient being, but he suffered it nobly, not even scowling at her.
    The Bey, a word which meant lord in a language that was now mostly dead, truly didn't want to cause a fight. Especially with Mr. Hartley right there. There was too great a chance that the boy would die if that happened.
    It was true enough, but Keeley wasn't planning on a fight at all that night. Ready for one, but that was just prudent given the way things had been going in the last months.
    Zack looked at her closely, but wasn't staring at her chest too much or anything. No, he was looking at her eyes, as if searching for meaning, or trying to see what was different about her. After a few seconds he nodded, not bothering to smile at all.
    "You've made yourself look older. To match me? It's a lot easier to handle than you looking like a sixteen year old. That almost made me feel guilty for wanting to have sex with you. This is much better." Then he paused and gave a very cute shrug that took about fifteen years off of his twenty-two for a few moments. "I probably shouldn't anyway. I'm dating Lenore now and that's kind of complicated. Vampire rules. I'm not certain I understand them all yet."
    The words were blunt sounding, but not mean. Not even overly coarse, for all that he'd just admitted, very honestly, that he wanted to have sex with her. It was a part of his broken mind. For some reason he couldn't lie at all. It was a handicap, if he turned out to be a Greater Demon after all. Touching his hand openly, without bothering to hide what she was doing, Keeley picked up a bit more from him as well. The thing with Lazar, which was a much greater feat than even Bey knew, and the fact that Finias had regularly been coming to look in on him. Openly, at least the last time it happened.
    The information was dense on the topic, but there were enough holes in the story that she didn't think it could be true. Even a human mage child couldn't exist on the inroads for months like that. The memories said it was true, the ones from the young man in front of her. The thought was a very strange one really, since she knew for a fact that he was older than she was by at least six years. Seven nearly.
    In return he took her hand and held it for a moment. He was her date after all, so that was kind of to be expected. There was no passing of information the other way though. Most Greater Demons could do that, but Zack was so broken it might not be real for him yet. It would eventually present, she thought. If she was right about what, and who, he really was.
    Darla smirked and held her own hand out to shake, like an actual person