As Hamish sat in the dining room at one end of a huge table meant for a house full of guests, he made inroads into the first of several meals while Matthew played with a soup spoon until his food cooled. The Vampire leaned over the plate and sniffed.
"Champignons and sherry?"he asked.
»Indeed. Jordan wanted to try something new and it doesn't contain anything you find repulsive, so I let him do it.«
Matthew didn't usually require much extra food when he was at Cadzow Lodge, but Jordan was a wizard with soup, and Hamish didn't like to eat alone as much as he liked to drink alone.
"Sorry, Hamish," Matthew said, watching his friend start eating.
"I accept your apology, Matt," Hamish said as the soup spoon hovered near his mouth. "But you can't imagine how hard it is to accept that you are a demon or a witch. With vampires, it is definitive and irrefutable. First you're not a vampire, and then you are. No questions, no room for doubt. The rest of us have to wait, watch and speculate. That makes your vampire supremacy twice as hard to handle.«
Matthew spun the spoon between his fingers like a tambourine staff. "Witches know they are witches. They are not at all like demons," he said with frowned eyebrows.