"I b'lieve I can," said Daniel. He leaned both arms on the bar and stared at the glossy surface. "I'm a vampire," he said, turning his face to Whistler. "You pro'bly figured that part out, am I right? And I'm dating this chick who's... well, let's jus' say she's connected to people who are a threat to my continued existence, so I tried to feed 'n not kill this girl at a bar and I wound up giving her apha... anaphyladic... crap." He rubbed his face. "Y' know what I mean, she's allergic to peanuts and I had just eaten a ton of them. I had to drive 'er to the hospital. I can't do jack shit." He took a gulp of his drink.