George sighed. "I don't know where he is, no," he said, shoving Adam inside so Jack could actually walk in. "Which is typical, and also a pain in the ass. He's a vampire teenager, I don't know how to talk to regular teenagers, let alone vampires."

You were barely in your twenties, George.

Adam heaved a great big sigh. "Apparently we've got a game of Buckaroo down here somewhere."