She snapped her book shut with a very un-ladylike snort. "Don't call me 'Boo'. Also, really? Please, Clay, nobody would fall for someone with skin like<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>."<br/><br/>Helena tossed her hair over her shoulder and soundlessly padded towards the bookcase on her bare, near-invisible feet. Turning back towards Clay, she threw herself down on the couch - well,<span style="font-style: italic">threw</span>as much as you can throw yourself when you don't weigh anything - leaning backwards into the armrest and crossing her slim legs. "What in God's name are you doing up, anyway? I thought the undead was only supposed to come out at night. Or is that just superstition, too?" she said, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.