As Bertie retreated, Jacob advanced. If simple verbal intimidation was working, he'd hold off on the stronger measures for now. "You are a vampire. Whether you're meant to be one is irrelevant." He could fix that, of course. He could stake the man and leave him for the sunrise. He could chew him into bloody chunks. And that dark part of him that made him what he was very much wanted to. But not now, not yet, for what would that accomplish?

The explanation of the condition swapping that the two had been subject to made Jacob's lip curl in something akin to disgust. "Back into... and then..." He gave a sniff at the air, eyed the anxious young vampire up and down, and outright scowled. "You're no Nosferatu. What did that wish make you into? What clan? Answer. I would hope that my child would have taken it upon herself to educate you properly." And to find him in the daytime and throw open all the windows if he were too stupid to be allowed to continue to live. "She is well, isn't she?"