Shrugging, Lyle looked down at his feet, swinging them. It was unlike Peyton to help someone without some kind of reinbursement. But then again, she wasn't the same as she had been. It was obvious in her eyes that she had changed. "Sounds like Charlie," he had to admit. Most of the vampires in this place were either sluts or determined to save the world. Or sometimes, both. "You know, you keep ending up back here, and I thought that... well every time I see you it makes my chest hurt, so maybe we could try talking to one another. You know... bring my level of hatred for you down to a dull roar, something like that. I mean your brother and my sire are kinda fucking on a regular basis, and who knows, they're both dumb enough to maybe get married someday in a misguided attempt to... I dunno, whatever. So I'm probably gonna keep seeing you forever so we might as well at least be on decent terms, you know?" Finally looking back up at her, Lyle let himself take her all in, actually meet her gaze for a few seconds. Yes, he hated her. But he could only hate her so much because he loved her.