"I'm sorry to hear that you lost your comrades, and gained a thorn in your side," Erik teased, taking the concoction of blood and gin from the bartender, sipping it out of its tumbler.
"Ah, now I'm feeling better about my lot in this world. I was saddled with being a big wig living in Greenwich, if you pardon the expression. Nobody really lives there, least of all Pam and myself. Plastic fabrications of humanity dwell there, but nobody seems to really live. Though to be stuck with all those old relics of the past, I would likely disappear and go back to humble traveling if that were the case for me." As much as he loved the good ol' days, he never wanted to be constantly reminded of them. Anne, however, was a different sort of beast, and she had the mind and wherewithal to stand being surrounded by relics of her own time.