"Yes, that's fine," Jazz said in reply to Daniel, head tilted back to watch where he placed them. She lowered it to look at Melody. "I know you could have," Jazz told her, her voice clear and soft, not trying to disguise it as she guessed the vampire would be able to hear them no matter how quietly they spoke.

"Idle hands, and all, he can put them to good use," she said to her apprentice. "Plus you get to see what he's capable of." There was no indication whether Jazz thought this was a good or bad thing, her tone giving nothing away as to whether she approved or disapproved, so Melody took that as a good thing. If Jazz didn't trust him, or want him around, she would have made that abundantly clear.

She was again pulling things from the bag and handed Melody a jar carrying some sort of salt, instructing her to trail a line of it across each end of the alley between the carved stones. "If you need more there's another jar in the trunk."