"Loopholes are some of my favorite things," he agreed. "She's managed to adapt enough to find power to change her face, so I suppose we'll see."
He grinned. "It feels like only a few years ago, waking up and not knowing what to do beyond soothe pain. And then they just wanted more and more, they liked the no pain, the cloud they felt like they were on." He shrugged, smirking slightly. "They'll pay what they owe, one way or another. They always do."
"You may very well be," he agreed, not out of any malice toward his absent aunts, but because he agreed. "You're an example of how to survive and endure."
"I had one, for a little while," he admitted. "And then she just disappeared. I went looking and couldn't find a trace. Most likely she moved elsewhere. If I ever find another one, they're going to be well and hooked before too long."
He tipped his head back, thinking. "It would be easier to list who didn't live here, I think. Greeks, Norse, Egyptians, creatures who crawled out of stories, men out of history and legend. In terms of power, there's very few who can compete. A few of the New ones are quite powerful, but I don't bother them, and they don't bother me."