"Those things sound...benign and beautiful," Theodore pointed out. "Not quite what I imagine is going on here. I can't help of think more of Buffy and 'Hellmouth' to be honest," he said with a wry little smile. "Perhaps things aren't that bad, but I wouldn't discount that they're not, either. 'Constant vigilance,' as one of my old professors was fond of saying." Of course, he wasn't quite what he'd seemed, either.
"I did. Even though we were pretty well on our way to what we became, by then. But I really did not have much more than him, at that point in my life, so I'm glad I had a reason to stick around, even if it was court-mandated." He didn't point out that they'd likely have never met if Jamie had lived, either, that the parties they'd first crossed paths at had been due to his newfound career as an author - one he'd never have pursued, had it not been for Jamie dying. But, you had to take the good with the bad. "I'm glad we've met, too, and that you told me about this place. Hellmouthy or not, it's not somewhere I'm sorry to be, right now."