"You think I can't love? You're wrong. My daughter and I have loved each other for 300 years. Do you think your Master will still want you in three centuries time? My husband, a werewolf, who I know I will see die one day. We'll have perhaps another century together, if Aphrodite smiles on us."
For a moment he thought of how devastated Russell would be if he saw this proof of the cruelty inherent in the man he loved. His voice was quiet.
"For the ancient, to love is to condemn oneself to misery."