"Cats, are horrid things. All they do is eat and crap, purr and bother you." Lilith rolled her eyes. Though, hearing Anthea head for the door, she raised a brow. "You could always try, but you won't be able to get the door open, so I'm afraid that you're stuck here. With me." She then stated, a rather sly smirk plastered to her features, both from the blush Anthea was sporting, and from the fact that she knew Anthea wouldn't be able to get the door open. Lilith was a rare type of vampire- Everything about her was through the mind, and thoughts. If she couldn't think straight, that meant she was terribly sick. She had locked the door, of course, but really, she had put almost a barrier over the door. She'd be able to pull at the handle, but as long as Lilith was conscious and thinking, it wouldn't be able to be budged.