[ Now Adam is the one who has to lean in to see the screen. He's aware of the cold that seeps from Rafa, the unearthly feeling he produces, it keeps Adam's breath shallow and even as though he doesn't want to move too much. ] Kind of an unfortunate place for someone like you to come from though.

[ He rolls with the punches, he always has. So while he's not said the words I was wrong, he's obviously moving little by little towards belief. A vampire from the Mediterranean though? That's got to suck. But then Rafa says what he says and Adam straightens up and takes a step back. He moves towards the small window without thinking, his fingers prying the blinds apart so he can look down into the street. To him, they can only be looking for one thing. ]

Not me. [ Him and not Ronan, so it's not the Greywarren they want. ] But something I represent. [ He turns back again, a new worry creasing his forehead. ] You could be making this all up.