Nathan slid into the booth opposite Marie, looking between her and her companion with some confusion. He sounded like Remy Delacroix, but he certainly didn't look the same...other than his eyes.
He really wasn't prepared for this; nor was he prepared to answer questions about Caleb. He flinched at the mention of a leash, sitting back carefully against the booth.
"He's dead," Nathan answered just as bluntly, voice dull and flat. "Or exiled, one of the two."