He offered her a tight lipped smile less his fangs show "I believe leeches and other blood suckers are the victims of horrible character assassination." He said with his tongue firmly in his cheek in more ways than she might ever imagine. He also reached and poured her another snifter of brandy and handed it to her "and I feel the medicinal powers of a good cry and a little liquid courage are greatly under appreciated."<br/><br/>Of course he dimly realized he had gone from helping to active hunting. But it was a role that he took up so easily that it only faintly registered on his conscious mind.