Ric was becoming steadily more determined to keep throwing affection at Elijah until it stuck. He figured he had about thirty, maybe forty, more years of life to work on it. That wasn't too bad in the scheme of things, though not too impressive against a thousand years of it being a rarity. He'd have to step up his game.

"Good." Because it was where he'd wound up. "You know I'm going to tell Damon the truth when he gets back, right?"