He made a soft, amused noise. Telling as to where he was, maybe, but he didn't stand still long enough for her to be able to track the sound of his voice. Just because he was immortal didn't mean that he particularly felt like being fried to death.

"Somehow I don't buy that, Elle," he murmured from where he'd stopped a few feet behind her. If she turned, however, she would find him gone already, somewhere else in the span of seconds that it took her to spin. God, he'd missed this. Why had he let his mother take it away from him?