All the talk of reports and photography had been all he needed to be suspicious. Even revealing this much was more than he had done with most others. He'd had lovers who didn't even know what he really was. By far Peggy was the highest in the infastructure of the government to ever see or know what he was or capable of. Even now he could hear Victor's take on the situation. You're too soft, runt. This bitch ain't worth it.

That thought flickered in his eyes with a sudden flash of anger. He did not love Victor or even particularly like him, but several lifetimes filled with war and long empty roads made any consistent companionship something treasured. The truth of it was, it didn't matter what Peggy knew. She'd be in the grave soon enough, one way or another. It didn't matter if it was now or in fifty years.

He retracted the claws back into his wrists. "Born. Or they came later. Don't really matter. I was a kid the first time they came out."