The sun on his skin is hotter than it’s ever been, smells of the woods sharper and layered and more complex. He's quiet a moment, soaking it in, wondering absently how these heightened senses compared to those of a typical vampire, werewolf, or ghoul. Something he had no intentions of ever discovering first-hand.

"You say it as if you expect me to plunge through the windows first." He casts a glance over his shoulder, one corner of his mouth daring to twitch up in amusement.