“Because they haven’t given me my customary murder-welcome yet.” Jacques turned around to face her, catching the blank look she was giving him. “What? I’m serious! Every time I come home after a long sojourn, I always have the most delightfully inventive death traps I need to avoid. One time, they even decided to just stop being subtle about it and just lit a keg of gunpowder under my bed. Have to give them credit though, that one almost got me. But… you can be sure I had absolutely no intention of turning you over to the local soul-suckers.”