That gets Carlisle's sheepish smile to return. He chuckles, the pale skin beneath his glasses an obvious red despite the fading light. "I doubt any Longinmouth has had relations with an individual from another world," he remarks coyly, "I will give you that. Even Uncle Benistad's, ah... rumored endeavors were not so incredible."

In the literal, physical, and emotional sense. Carlisle has many words for how he feels when they are together, and still cannot find the right ones to describe it.