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He watches the glass - remembering - he's content to witness the show, so long as he doesn't, again, become a part of it.

"Why, then, did LaCroix turn you? Or Nick-one... or whatever?"

"Thank you," he says as the glass returns.

"Meaning you may do or say something remarkably stupid or damaging without realizing it and people easily get angry with you?"

"LaCroix brougt me across because my gifts were hidden at the time that he found me and he was unaware of them. While drinking from me, he became aware of them, but since they were locked anyway, he didn't think it would present a problem."

He sips his drink and pets his cat.

"And yes, that would be the problem. I try to be very specific in what I do, doing as asked and only that. I only want to make people happy, you understand; the two of us share this goal of ultimately doing more good than ill. It's just...sometimes people don't realize what they want...or mistake it. And that's where the trouble is, I'm afraid. LaCroix said that he wanted me to take charge one night, but when I did, he didn't like it very much. But can I be blamed for other's folly?"

He shrugs. "Don't know what to tell you. I didn't even know about vampires, really, until I came here. So, rules?" He snorts a laugh. "I have enough trouble keeping up with my own rules."

"Well, then, people should take responsibility for their own actions."

He takes a quick look around the bar.

"Where's Natalie?" Nick hasn't mentioned her in a while...

He seems to be looking at nothing for a moment before clarity (as much as he GETS) returns to the red eyes and he smiles.

"She's in her room resting. She's fine, I assure you. I wouldn't be here talking to you if she were in trouble."

"I wasn't implying she was anything else. I just noticed you hadn't mentioned her in a while and thought I should ask. A bit defensive, aren't we?"

He shrugs.

"Not really. I was just letting you know. I don't get to deal with Natalie much. She's the one who puts me away, so when I see her, it usually means Nick comes out. But I love her all the same."

"That would fall under the 'strange' category, I think. How, exactly, does Natalie 'put you away'? And no, I wouldn't try to do it. Not sure I could even if I knew how." He shrugs. "I'm a curious sort. When I want to be."

"You couldn't. I didn't ask you the Question."

And he plays with the cat.

"And by 'put away', I mean that she switches us back. At her word, Nick returns to being the way you know him as being."

"Yeah, we'll just go with 'confused' and move on."

He sips from his glass. He's paying attention, taking it all in - something may come in handy at some time, but he doesn't want to appear to be 'studying' or 'researching'. Just conversing.

"Who kept you from becoming an ex-Nick-one and Nick-two?"

"I don't get your meaning, Connor. be a little clearer if you could? Just because I'm practically emotionless, it doesn't make me any smarter."

And he grins. Cause it's a joke.

"Your trip into the sunlight - who stopped you?"

"Gabriel...Van Helsing. He's a very lovely friend. We really like him. He's a good man. I'd definitely put him in the 'would kill for him' category, honestly, though I doubt he'd like to hear that."

He could be discussing a coffeetable for all his tone has changed.

"Yes, I've spoken with Van Helsing." Remembering a recent missive from the man, he tries to hide a smile. "And I believe you're right. Though having a 'would kill for him' category at all might not please him all that much."

"Most people don't particularly like to hear it. Some because they don't understand the necessity for it, others because they don't wish to appear to need the help, and some who oppose for...moral reasons."

That little pause seemed rather amused.

He sips his drink.

"You don't believe Van Helsing's moral reasoning is just?"

Yes - b/c a guy who runs around chopping other people's heads off should be talking about morality all over the place.

He points to his eyes.

"I don't believe in morals. I've seen and felt and experienced too much. Nick, however, has a boundary there. I don't even understand it, let alone have them myself. I take care of those I care for...and everyone else is of little to no concern."

Connor is beginning to think that Nick-two might almost get along better with Kronos.

"How is it, then, that you care enough about Van Helsing that you would, if he didn't stop you, kill for him?"

Nick shrugs.

"I care for him. He is a good friend. You too are a good friend, though a mischievious one. Not as good as he, perhaps, but a good friend. I'm really very friendly, Connor. It's very hard to get on my bad side. I suppose what I should have said is that everyone is quite safe...until they give me a reason to consider them as not my friend. Till they give me a reason to consider them of little to no concern."

He smirks at the comment about him being 'mischievious' - because he is.

"I'm as good a friend as I care to be."

And he leaves that statement at that - what? see above...

"You've given me no reason to think otherwise."

Which is said pleasantly. Then again, there is also an unspoken ending to that phrase which seems to recommend that he not do so in the future.

"I try not to make enemies if I can help it. However, they seem to find me on their own."

"I never find enemies. They find me, but I've never actively tried to upset anyone. Nick has...with LaCroix. And those he deemed unjust, but I'm a peaceful sort."

Yeah. Right.

"Uh huh." Connor nods and finishes off his drink.

"Enemies are frequently easier to locate than friends."

"Only if you're closeminded. Or quicktempered."

He shakes his head.

"Not so. If your enemies seek you out, no matter your mindedness or temper, they may be frequently more often found than your friends. 'Tis a fact of life."

He nods at the waitrat who has brought him another drink, takes a sip and continues:

"Don't get me wrong, I value my friends more than my own life, but I come across enemies more often than friends."