"Talk later?  Sure," Melody said, eyeing Jake.  "You want a napkin or something for that blood?"  She frowned at Mass as he walked over to Jake and whispered something; her ears perked up and she couldn't quite hear the words, but she could make out the tone, and she didn't like it much.  It showed on her face for a moment as an expression of haughty consternation, but then her features rearranged themselves into her pleasant smile.