Devin has every intention of paying for however much Kit drinks, though he's more sedate with his glass. He's already spent a fair chunk of change getting hammered this month, but he knows there's no solace in the bottom of a bottle.

The compromise they had arrived at was not a comfortable one. She's gone, though she will have a lasting impact on this city and the people Devin knows. He can't help but feel responsible for all of it.

"I won't try to justify any of it, or claim righteousness, or beg forgiveness," the vampire says quietly, staring into the amber liquid before him. "I respect you enough not to do you that disservice. But I am grateful you were there... not only for your help, but for your dissent," he elaborates.

Devin pauses and takes another drink, letting the whiskey burn the back of his throat. "Someone in my world made it clear to me that Bobby knows exactly my brand of stupid. Even keeping that in mind... I'm clouded when it comes to her," he admits. "I did not mean to draw you into something you hadn't signed up for."