"Because it's fucked up!" he said in protest. "You're a fucking succubus, you fuck people and everything's okay. Why can't I be one of those? Jesus. I'm supposed to spend my life in the dark?"
He looked at her again, his expression somehow both young and with remnants of something ancient in it, that ever-fearsome bullgod he was descended from. "You think my dad's dead already then? I mean, he'd have to be like fifty or something now."