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majority of them, yes?”
    “They are.”
    “So you really are a dirty old man.” Jorge grinned back. “Give or take a hundred years or so.” Dane laughed and Jorge loved the free flowing sound. He had the sudden urge to kiss Dane, but that would wait. If he attempted it now, there would be no stopping for the next few hours. Or days. “You don’t feed on humans, but you do need to feed.” He commented, changing the subject to something less sexy than Dane’s passions for rare dirty books.
    “I assume you know Roberto? The count?”
    “I do.” He shouldn’t have been surprised. Everyone got their supply of blood from Roberto if they didn’t feed off humans.
    ”Then you know the wine barrels lining the alcoves near his lair don’t only contain wine.”
    “I do know. Do you take your blood mixed or pure?” It was said in the same conversational tone as a human might ask another how they take their coffee.
    “I usually keep one of each. I like the heady feeling I get from the mixed, but the pure makes me function more clearly, makes it easier for me to be around humans.”
    “I understand what you mean. It’s like being drunk, blood and wine together. I know you don’t know what that’s like, but the feeling you allude to is what the humans call being drunk. It’s lightheaded, uninhibited. What do you barter with?” Roberto didn’t need money and he’d live forever because he had no wish to die, but there were things he loved and would trade to have.
    “Tapestries. Several of the ones hanging in his alcove hung in his home in Italy. Before it was demolished, I got them out. All of them.”
    “I have only seen four.”
    “There were nine altogether. I have the other five. I don’t know if he knows, but they keep me in supply of the blood I need. He cherishes the touch of his past as most vampires do.”
    “Clever.”
    “I’m a shrewd businessman. A very good one. I have learned from the humans I have known and applied that knowledge to my dealings with them and with my fellow immortals. I also lend Roberto some of the erotica I bring back from Europe. There’s some very good erotic poetry from France which he devours.”
    And their conversation had come full circle. “Sex. The way to a man’s heart. Or lack of one.”
    “Is it the way to yours?” Dane asked softly from where he stood in front of the windows. He wasn’t looking at the river, but rather at Jorge, who rose from the sofa and took measured steps toward him. That desire he’d seen in Dane’s eyes in the alley was back, if it had ever left. Dane wanted him and the feeling was mutual, but this coming together, this dance, didn’t feel like others. His want of the blond vampire was something he hadn’t encountered before and it left Jorge a little uncertain how to proceed.
    He thought he could just capture Dane in his web of sexual hunger and then leave, but that was proving difficult. Spending the afternoon, walking through London, talking, seeing Dane in an element and forging bonds that most vampires would never attempt to do helped Jorge realize that Dane wasn’t just another vessel for his cock or his inhuman desire. Dane was a much more precious life force.
    And oddly enough, that didn’t scare Jorge in the least. He lifted a hand and pushed a lock of hair from Dane’s forehead and watched with a smile as it drifted back into place against his skin. “If I had a heart,” he commented, going back to Dane’s questions. “Yes, sex would be one of the ways to my heart. I was randy even when I was young and human.”
    “Did you prefer men then, too?”
    “No. I didn’t develop a taste for men until I was turned and, even after, it took some time to understand that it was something I could not deny. I no longer seek the company of female vampires.”
    “Have you tried to be with a human since you were turned?”
    “Not in many years. I did at first because the calling of their blood was too much to resist, but in