<span style="color: #0000FF"><span style="font-style: italic">Such mixed feelings...</span> Delancey thought with irony. For the moment, the vamp and cat-man seemed to be in control of their feelings, but that could change in an instant. He stayed alert, leaving the blind girl by the cat-man to do the talking.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Feeling pressure on her side, Reed concluded that the servial guy was still helping her, in a way. His reassuring hand kept her from reeling from her migraine. Holding a cool hand to her forehead, she observed, "so, you two hate eachother because you," pointed at the non-dog smelling female, "hunted for a deer to... feed... and he just decided that it wasn't going to happen?" It just didn't make sense to herself, but she wasn't either of them, so what did she care.</span>