"Some of them can smell it, though," Ilde adds, draining the last of her shot-glass as she shifts off the sofa to sit on the floor, investigating the offerings of sushi and picking out what she wants to eat. "Not all; there are so many different breeds. Some of them aren't even magic."

She sounds mildly disapproving of this; she's got in the habit of expecting to be able to feel vampires, and when she can't it's a disconcerting moment of dead space where she doesn't think there should be any. That and she disapproves of science-based vampirism on principle.