He finds himself wondering what Valjean would make of this. And, inexplicably, the desire to ask him.

He pushes it away.

'Vampires are dead,' he says, almost to himself. And remembers that yes, Dracula had felt dead to the touch. But he was not, was he? He had never actually been killed...or perhaps he had. Abel was not clear on the subject, and he had not wanted to know, and now it is hazy in his mind.

'Yes. It is as it should be.'