She was probably going to leave this out when she told Cynthia, later; Katya, on the other hand, might be interested to know what her blood might do. Those thoughts in mind, she rolled her eyes - blue, human-seeming, the glamour back - and laced her fingers through his when she took his hand to slide back in with him.

"Maybe a little," she conceded, giving him a shove so he was lying where she'd bled on the bed and not her.