There's a lot that humans never got quite right about vampires. They don't burn in the sun, but they do dazzle. The corner of Jasper's lips quirks into a smirk as he tugs up a sleeve and turns his arm in the late afternoon sun, sending little facets of light dancing over the clearing. "I surely do. It's a curious little evolution. Never been quite sure what purpose that's meant to serve."

He lets his sleeve fall back down to his wrist and folds his hands behind his back again, watching her with a slight tilt to his head. There's always been a lot to her, layers upon layers, constantly shifting and freezing and settling, rising and falling. It's been a challenge to him to find what she's really feeling inside it all, ever since he'd first run into her acting like their new neighbor down the road, trying to unload a truck of furniture on her own. Naturally he'd offered his services, it wouldn't have felt right to do anything less. He knows now that he was the reason she'd been there in the first place, and there's a little flare of anger again at the memory of his family clearing out of their home because of him, because of her, but they'd gotten out. That's what's important now.

"If you need this place for yourself now, I don't need to stay," he says after a few moments of thoughtful silence. "You've been more'n generous enough to me as it is, with very little reason for it that I can tell. I can't figure you."