The last Asher had heard of Brodie was that he was in LA. At least, until their school friend had dropped the news that Caleb was living in New York. She hadn't mentioned Brodie, though. He had almost overpowered her to get the information he needed, because he could just wipe her memory of it anyway. But he hadn't. Something held him back, perhaps an urge not to taint his remaining memories of this connection to Brodie with something like mind-control and forcing them. He had never had much of a time of day for Jill anyway. She had always been a nosey busybody and had competed with him for a lot of things, and always seemed to beat him too. Yet another aggravation he had with his school life. He watched Jenna quietly for what probably seemed like a long time to her. He was silent, a steady and controlled train of thought at this point, considering he had just fed.

"Caleb and nightclub, however, not such an unfathomable concept. He was never going to be a Harvard graduate," he pointed out, trying to keep things lightly conversational. "Do you see him often? I know of your brief prior history with him, of course. You two were always better as just friends, if only for the sanity of the rest of us." He still had his snarky sense of humour buried under everything somewhere. It came out when it needed to. Mostly, he never found much humours these days, but he could feign it for his advantage.