[ Just what he wants, the little tempted movements. A hungry dog. Armand feels joy bloom in his chest at the thought of enticing this vampire into his arms, using him against the aching and gnawing loneliness that sits behind his ribs. Maybe this one will stay with him like Daniel and his coven could never stay with him, a replacement for all of his lost children, a fledgling for him to raise down in the darkness.

He moves back, just slightly. He holds his hand out again, a little out of reach. Enough that Spike will have to move into the shallow edge of the water to get it. ]

It's very beautiful. Perhaps it was put in the egg by mistake. Surely they wouldn't allow such a treasure to be part of a silly game. [ Plucking the ring from the plastic egg, he turns it back and forth in the moonlight, watching the diamond sparkle. ] I wonder if the Balfours would pay handsomely to have it returned.