"Thank you," Kersen said, as he settled in the car. It was one of the things he liked best about James, actually. Maybe there was a part of Kersen that appreciated the old fashioned. Because he was even older.

It wasn't long before they arrived at Kersen's house, and as he opened the front door with his keys, he smiled at James and teased, "I really do want to show you the painting. This isn't some kind of 'let me show you my etchings' kind of ulterior motive, just so you know."