Fraser smiles ruefully at the first part. How is he ever going to get what he wants? "I think you know I don't think about that very much," he points out. Or doesn't let himself think about it, more correctly. That's where his dark side lives, as he sees it: in feeling too much, wanting too much, taking all for himself, and damn the consequences.

But after having Dief around for a week, even an imaginary one, his absence hurts almost as much as Victoria's had. Fraser's smile widens with relief when Caitlin gives him the go-ahead. "Thank you kindly, Caitlin. I think you'll rather like him, and vice-versa." Though thank God for colorblindness, or based on his obsession with blondes, he would never leave her alone.

"Truth be told, I've already started making preparations for his arrival," he adds. "I'd been concerned about fighting between Dief and Mr. Tennant, the werewolf, but Mr. Tennant informs me he's already found a solution." That had been an unexpected but enormous relief; he never could have had Dief here without that piece being resolved.