A little of both. Little bastard got off on it. Not that that's an uncommon reaction, but there's usually at least some separation between it, and all.
The next time you're available, I'll come see it. And I see- as I've said, I don't really quite know what I'd do if my sire arrived. The man was a bastard. And not always in the good way.
I realize it more every day, and yet. I don't see what to do for it.