Old bloodline. "I do." He wasn't a vampire, like her, she knew that. Fae, if her nose was correct. Fae, and older than her, she'd guess. But despite the ambrosia that was fae blood, he was completely safe from her. She had a code of conduct, and would stick to it.

Evie considers his words. "That, I can do." Her mind immediately goes to Natasha. "Given it's just the two of us, I believe a surface invitation is open to the public?" His gym, his rules.