"Fascinating."  Dr. Tarington said, flicking away her cigarette but and contemplating a third cigarette.  She twirled a purple convenience store lighter idly in her hand, grinning slightly at the creature's obvious shyness.  "You'll have to forgive Ennea, she's far too used to dealing with vampires."  The doctor commented, feeling an odd bit of lust cropping up again.<br/><br/>"Are you sure she can't make you more comfortable somehow?  I've heard from werewolves that she's a strong source of spiritual energy."  Tarington said with a proud smile, declining to clarify that said energy came from a personal hell inside of her.  "Do you smoke?"  Dr. Tarington asked suddenly, holding a couple of cigarettes.  The doctor struggled to keep her hands from shaking.  The fact that she'd gone a day without a shower was getting to her, and she was starting to feel dirty.  Still, smelling like sex was a reliable tactic for throwing supernatural creatures off balance.  Besides, it wasn't like the werewolves couldn't smell her anyway.