<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Where am I going?" Cat asked as she started the SUV.  "What den of iniquity do sex vampires live in, anyway?  No wait -- don't tell me.  Upper East Side," she guessed.  "Carnegie Hill."  She pointed the car in that direction, presuming he'd correct her if she was wrong.  Her words were still a little off, but she was trying to push through it.  "Anything I need to know about them, other than -- you know -- don't fuck them?"  She raised an eyebrow, glancing at him.</span></span>