There were all sorts of people in the world, and they were all someone's type. It was just a matter of fate bringing them to the world. Joseph had always been the life of the party, lived his life (and unlife) loudly and as the center of attention.
But even he needed a peaceful refuge from all of it. That was why he'd needed Matthew. Needed Jean-France. Needed every shy, gentle, sweet soul between them.
Joseph chuckled again. "Thank you," he replied. "You'll have forgive me if I continue to lavish praise and encouragement on you. Speaking to you has only increased your attractiveness. You're worried about how you can serve others, even when you're struggling yourself. That is a rare trait among the kine. It is nearly unheard of among the Kindred."