There are rules for creatures like him, though mortals never seem to grasp that fact; he is no thief, he cannot simply reach out and take what he desires. His only birthright is his gift for barter, for bargaining, for glamour and illusion and the twisting of mortal desire until they cannot tell his wants from their own.

He cannot steal--but when he first sees Sarah, her dark hair and doe eyes and ice-pale skin, he wishes, for the first time in all the long centuries of his life, that he could.