It stung his pride a little to know that Allison didn't seem to think he was capable of understanding the situation they found themselves in. He might have been born and raised within the constraints of the supernatural world, but he was not a dumb animal who couldn't listen and decipher what it was being told. So, he swallowed his wounded pride and listened silently to her explanation with the only frame of mind that seemed to make sense: that of a pair of equals who were very much in love with each other. Alcuin thought back to what Derek had to say about them and their relationship and how unhappy he had looked when he confirmed that they were in love.
Scott and Allison were no longer equals, but they could perhaps have pretended to be had he not been purchased. He was an unwelcome third party, an interloper in their relationship together. “I cannot replace you any more than my master can replace Anafiel,” he confessed softly, turning his head away from her to gaze dimly out of the bedroom window instead. “You are not the only one who has loved someone. Only, where my Anafiel has gone, I cannot follow. That is why I am here.”
Alcuin kept the straightest of faces when he glanced back toward Allison, but his eyes betrayed the sorrow he felt. “Do you care for him? For Derek?”