I put my hands in my pockets and walk a bit faster. “I’m not special.” Simon takes hold of my shoulder. “You literally are!” He gets in front of me, so that we both have to stop. “You get credit for not being a murderous asshole, you know, especially when being a murderous asshole would make your life way easier.” “Well . . . I’m still young.” “Baz. I don’t think you’re going to start draining strangers on the Underground.” He takes my other shoulder. He must have dropped his stick. “You won’t even drink my blood, and I’m offering it.” “Sto-o-o-op.”
