Luke's mouth twitches at that, another smile, and he nods his agreement. He remembers that first time he'd turned, stumbling back home to Alicante, pounding on his sister's door and begging to be let in, naked and streaked with dirt and blood.

It hasn't happened like that since then.

"I've had to be fairly careful," he says. "I have a place in the city and I don't mind it, but..." He trails off and nods again. "Well, it's a challenge at times." But he'd managed it in New York, he can manage it here.