<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">As the host dragged the mortal by the nose, Solas shuddered contemptuously and looked away. He did not feel bad about what he had done to the woman, and it's not like he fed on that very last drop of blood. In couple hours, she'll be doing alright. Maybe? Alas, one cannot question nature, and the beast gotta feed, one way or another.  <br/><br/>A chuckle escaped his lips as he regarded the woman while she sprayed the disinfectant and then the chuckle turned into  laughter. When he got that chemical taste in his mouth, he backed away, shielding his eyes. <span style="font-style: italic">''Easy girl, easy. Come on now, here I was gonna thank you for this little quality time, and there you're attacking me with benzalkonium chloride.''</span> He stifled a plaintive groan and rose to his feet. A lopsided grin grew across his face. <br/><br/>This woman was crazy, <span style="font-style: italic">amazingly</span> crazy in a blow-your-mind kind of way.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he sensed that something was very wrong - an insistent call that seemed to grapple at him making him suddenly wonder once again if the woman was the one he had met in the past under very chaotic circumstances he's rather forget.</span><br/></ul>