Theresa may have edited herself, but Daniel wasn't a complete dolt. He knew from her face and condescending use of the word 'Hon' that he struck a chord. "Hey, no need to get your panties in a wad, sweetheart.You fling that word out there -- 'clients' -- like the undead's worldliest hooker, just daring me to say something, so I do and you're pissed? I could do a lot worse than ask you how you tolerate servicing the life insurance set."

He hopped off the wall and wiped his hands on the seat of his jeans.

"As for feeding, yeah. It's different than fucking, but not by much, so far as I can tell. Penetrate, exchange fluids, bam. Somebody's spent."