"It surprised me a little," he corrects. "Not that I think everybody needs to be as overlapped as writers with editors and assistants. This whole writing gig, it's stupid, it's a lot of disemboweling yourself creatively in public, so." Daniel shrugs. Gets a little personal. Work from home on hell.

But—

"A funny incident, somebody drunk at a Christmas party, I dunno. I figured you'd have had something. You, at least. You like people. You're not just this scary vampire. I didn't know they hadn't seen... you."