Paxton raised a quick eyebrow before catching himself. The old man would welcome death? What a peculiar thing to say when you were in the same room as your son, who had recently been turned into a vampire and had already shown that he was perfectly fine with killing others who had slighted him. Paxton sensed there was little love between these two, but still...
Was Mr. Weatherby underestimating his son? Or was he letting him know that death wouldn't be the way to exact his revenge?
Paxton caught James' eyes and recognized what he saw in there. The demon's expression hardened briefly. James should keep his head in the game. They had plenty of time to cavort later.
Paxton turned back to James' father, nodding along to the man. "Though one might imagine the intelligence, the ruthlessness and the opposable thumbs also had something to do with it. Otherwise, mayflies would be ruling the world right now." Paxton finished his dish. "Then again, there are other ways to achieve immortality than simply sticking around. Shakespeare, for example. Have you no dreams of an enduring legacy, Sir?"