'Requiem is a master vampire, Jean-Claude, and he broke the initial unintentional binding.'
'I believe he loves you, ma petite, not because of the ardeur, but because of you, and him. Love is never about the object of our love, but always says more about us than them.'
'What does that even mean?' I asked.
'It means that Requiem needs to love someone. He has always been a hopeless romantic, and what is more hopeless than being in love with someone who is in love with others?'
'You make it sound like he needs therapy.'
'It would not hurt,' he said.
I sighed. 'You think he'd see a therapist?'
'If we ordered him to do it, he would.'
'We can order him to make appointments and talk to someone, but we can't force him to actually do the work. You've got to be willing to work on your issues. You've got to be willing to face hard truths and fight to get better. That takes courage and force of will.'
'He has courage, but I do not believe he wishes to recover from this sickness of love.'
'I can't help that he cares for me more than I care for him.'
'No, you cannot.'
'Back to the crisis at hand,' I said.
'You've had enough of this topic, I take it.'
'Yeah,' I said. I'd actually had more than enough of it, but ... 'One crisis per day, okay?'