Lyle tilted his head and studied the mumbling vampire, confused. Following conversation was hard enough in this form—convoluted conversation was impossible.
“Father Time,” the vampire explained, though there was no way for Lyle to know whether he’d read Lyle’s need for clarity or just realized that the title he’d used would be difficult to understand. “Not your human. There is no question that your human will remember my name for quite some time.”
The vampire’s gaze flicked up to watch Lyle’s ears flicker. He smiled. “Yes, your human. Are you surprised that I remember him? Don’t be. There are very few things I forget, pup. The human carried your scent. I think…” The vampire took a deep breath. “No. Not quite. It’s close, very close indeed, but not completely the same. Which means, color
