[ Bones shrugs. Whatever it is, time will tell. And maybe Bones can't explain either why this kid is having such an easy time warming up to him, but that's not something he wants to examine at the moment.

That said, Bones is very glad he's a vampire and that his blood is silver, because it takes a lot to make a Silver Court vampire blush. Stupid kid and his stupid compliments. Bones rolls his eyes dramatically. ]

I'm a vampire, kid. We're supposed to be hot.

[ Yes, it's entirely because he's a vampire, not because of his face or anything else, nOpe No Way, he does not want to hear it. He's also not about to admit that he feels a similar sort of... ease being around Jim. That would be weird. Everything Jim is saying is weird. But Bones won't call him out on it. ]

Yeah, well. It's my natural charm, what can I say? [ Sarcastic as anything, he pockets his flask. (Where did his scalpel go? He's good at this.) ] The cussing really tells people I'm trustworthy.

[ Something tells him he could just sit here in silence with Jim and that would be ok... but he might open his fool mouth and say something else about how he's hot, so he'll cut it off before he can start. ]

So where're we at? 17? 16? I lost count.