"So you came to kill a horrific blood-drinker and stayed your hand because the blood-drinker likes to dance?"

It's a small laugh that she lets out, but a laugh all the same. Leaning in just a fraction more, she lifts a hand to Ana's neck and starts to trace the line of silver against her skin.

"For a limited time you'd feel like more than you are. Heightened awareness, faster healing: things that could potentially benefit someone in your line of work." Her fingertip soaks in the warmth of Ana's skin, that thrum of life underneath it. "Such a small amount won't last long. But it also can't turn you, if that's your concern."