Her smile says everything's ducky. Her scent tells him that something had made her afraid recently. So then why call him back and suggest going out for drinks? He ironically orders a bloody mary when the waiter brings Lily her own drink.<br/><br/>"Got to do what you got to do," he shrugs in response to her apology for leaving early. "People are always interested in things they don't understand. Cults counted among them." Her voice goes up a little bit, nothing that a mortal would be able to pick up on...so does her heart beat with her next questions. He shakes his head to her news question."Only what my fellow hemopathologists have been saying about it at work. I don't watch too much television. Guess I'm trying to save the dying news paper business by myself," he chuckles. He sobers after that. "Though I hope whoever is commiting such crimes is stopped." He takes a drink of the bloody mary, watching and listening for her reaction.