She took a small sip of her wine, considered lighting up another cigarette, but decided against it for now.  She returned her eyes to Alucard as he spoke again and gave a small nod.  "Well, it's...a little different.  All sirens crave the power that draining different energy can give them, but I can feed when I sing for a crowd, so that that way, it's a wave of energy from the audience, harmless to feed from, but sufficient for me."<br/><br/>She gave pause as he mentioned how living blood was so much better and it reminded her of the blood lust she had seen in so many of his kinds' eyes.  She glanced at him and arched a brow as she noticed his attempt to cover his fangs when he smiled.  "You really don't need to do that, I already know you're a vampire, so it won't bother me."  She said with a slight shrug.  She pondered the topic from before and then spoke again.  "I lived....in a place for a time where I had someone to teach me how to control my powers.  Hunger was never so much of an issue, it was more about control of my other instincts.  I actually learned my fighting skills from a vampire."  She said offhandedly.<br/><br/>Considering his next question she managed to keep herself from tensing.  "Yes, I have the gift of voice from my race, though it is dangerous to sing around some creatures, so I have to be cautious."  She paused for a moment to glance towards the kitchen again, where she could hear the sounds of Pike clanking around.  When he came out, he delivered the steak and she arched a brow as she inhaled the scent of the cooked meat.  "Doesn't smell half bad.  I'll let Mr. Alucard here be the judge of your work and if it's good, I'll keep you on as a cook."