The pale bird-bone structure of Matt's body, twisted and then twisted back, evokes a painted youth, some old Italian master playing with anatomy. Or maybe he just has painting on the brain, lately. Regardless, Daniel sucks air through his teeth a little at the mention of spirits — "Is that something you generally have to worry about?"

It sounds like bullshit, obviously, but so do vampires; Daniel's keeping a wide-open mind about what the world might find possible to throw at him, especially here.

Especially here: "Is that how you confused the fucked up plant?"