Matthew shrugged. “Be honest, Lyle. You know what that’s like, don’t you? You were there—where I am now, I mean. Back in DC, you were standing right here doing and feeling what I am. You can’t tell me that your vampire didn’t fascinate the pants off you because you’ve admitted that he did. Literally, I bet.”
“And it almost got me killed,” Lyle said. “Tell you what, Doc. You said you wanted my opinion, so I’ll give you this much: be careful. Gavin’s sexy, he’s charming, but that’s their thing. I don’t know if it’s their confidence or lifespan or what, but—”
“He did it to himself, you know.” Why Matthew felt like Lyle should know that, he couldn’t say. Maybe he just wanted to share the news. It had, after all, been circling in his head since he’d found out. “He wasn’t attacked or anything. Gavin and the GDBCG took a needle and put that virus in his blood. It was completely consensual.”
He cocked an eyebrow at Lyle’s deadpan expression. “What do you think of that?”