'As you like,' he said.
'This isn't what I like, Jean-Claude. I didn't know if I'd ever meet Micah's family, but I didn't want to meet them this way.'
'No, of course not, ma petite. The plane is at your disposal. It only remains to choose the guards to accompany you.'
'How many is minimum?' I asked.
'Six.'
'Two apiece,' I said.
'Oui.'
'Can you arrange for the plane while I do the guards?' I asked.
'Of course, and I would suggest that most of the guards be your lovers. You will need to feed the ardeur, and Micah's grief may make his interest in such things less.'
I nodded, knew he couldn't see it, and said, 'Agreed.'
'I have regretted in the past not being able to take you home to visit my family, because they are long dead, but moments like this remind me that there are worse things than having lost them long ago.'
'Yeah, losing them here and now sucks a lot.'
He gave a small laugh. 'Ah, ma petite, you do have a way with words.'
'I am frowning at you right now, just so you know.'
'But you do not mean it,' he said.