One eyebrow twitches upward. He wouldn't even need his abilities to hear the skepticism in that. "I had planned on caution, yes," he says, amused, then looks thoughtful as he starts to think more strategically. "But if your organization is as disorganized as you say, my moving now might mean a lower risk of exposure for them. Surely I'm not high on their list of priorities."

Whatever horrors they'd had in store for him, he'd had the distinct sense, from the feel of the people who had worked on him and the way they'd been talking, that he'd been just one of many curiosities the organization had tucked away. There's a little surge of anger at that, but it's not a time for that, and he puts it aside, as he continues, "But you might be a focus of theirs, and we won't be traveling as fast together." Unless he turned her, but that doesn't bear thinking about.

"Looking for them blindly wouldn't be wise. Carlisle's gotten good at disappearing over the years, and with Edward and Alice with him, he'll have a head start on bolting if need be, wherever they've settled. But I know where they've lived before, and I know Carlisle sometimes likes to revisit old haunts, put down roots and live a normal life. We can start there." By the time he's finished, he sounds calm and authoritative, more certain about the path they'll take. But then he tilts his head toward her, inquisitive. "Unless you have other suggestions?"