"We wizards, we do love to torture ourselves. Vampires are more about the indulgence, I reckon. I'm a dichotomy," Myron drawled, running a hand through his dreadlocks, rolling one between his fingers contemplatively.
When she kissed the side of his head, he leaned into her a little, enjoying the attention. This was a different kind of attention than he was used to, because it was a different kind of dynamic with her. Myron liked diversity. It was why he sort of... collected freaks. That's what the Weird Sisters were, after all. A family of outcasts, or something. Myron hated feeling powerless when one of those family members were in trouble. And Myron hadn't even noticed Merry was gone right away. Kirley hadn't even noticed Merry was gone right away. Thank fuck for Gideon.
"Yes, I am going to live a very long time. I live for connection. I'm not going to lose that, no matter how long I live. It'll just change. Things always change," Myron said, his voice low and intense. He'd seem some big ups and downs already in his life, and he was only thirty. He was going to live for hundreds of more years. That was room for a lot more drama.
He still didn't really see that as a good enough reason not to shred someone for hurting Merry. He knew enough by her response to know he shouldn't have said that to her, since now she was a liabiilty if he ever followed through. He leaned closer to Lorelai, holding her eyes. He didn't know her very well yet, but he wasn't by nature distrustful, and he hadn't spilled his secret yet.
"Yes, it would make me feel quite a bit better, I expect, if they deserved it," Myron answered her, then smiled a sharp-toothed smile at her. "I could hypnotize you and make you forget I said that, you know. I hope I never regret not doing that to you."