Kettering eyed Leticia with a skeptical arch to his eyebrow. Being a host for a spirit of rage, he knew a bit about hunger, and that was hunger. Who in the hell licked their lips at blood? She wasn't a Red Court, he'd have recognized that given his prior run in with the leeches, but she sure as shit wasn't normal.<br/><br/>"Didn't taste out of the ordinary? Jesus fuck you're a weird one." A liberal sprinkling of blasphemy made cursing that much more effective in the rumpled detective's eyes. "Look, I know you're not normal. You know you're not normal. Just do whatever hoodoo you want to do and let me know what you find. I'll make sure you're not interrupted as you lick the light or whatever other freakishness you intend to get up to." He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned up against the door down.<br/><br/>"Hey, tell me your weird ass secret and I'll tell you mine."<br/><br/>