Nikola sighed, his smirk softer and tired than it had been in years. He felt old, it was this damn humanity getting to him. Wearing him down, at least when he was a vampire he didn't have to worry about anything. At least when he was alone he didn't have to worry about anyone.

"It must really have made him fond then for him to get like that then," Nikola said, cradling Gregory close. Really, the child had far too much Wilhelm in him for Nikola's liking but he was still striking. "Yes, well you would. He always liked you. I'm more of an acquired taste. Like a fine wine."