"Ah," he says with a tone satisfied to have gotten it right. "I'd like to hope, in the world I'm from, that a werewolf living in New York might be able to declare it openly sometime in the next several hundred years between my time and this one. In Britain, we're full citizens, but the Americas are much less friendly."

He nods, understanding that best of all; it's only been a short time since he left London and, much as he loves what -- or who -- he has here, Darrow is certainly not London. "It certainly is something. I haven't been here very long, granted, but it hasn't stopped surprising me."