[ That "Roger" does not ask for a more sincere request is something of a surprise. Spock lifts an eyebrow, but he does not comment on it, though he cannot help but think of the human phrase about looking gift horses in the mouth and how idealistic it has always seemed. Still, "Roger" does open the door with a minimum of noise that even Spock cannot complain about.
He nods and brushes past the vampire, stepping inside the building.
It is obvious enough that this part of the warehouse is seldom visited, the vampires' trust in their locked door enough to keep it from their minds. Dust covers empty shelves and the air smells of more mildew, and even more strongly of blood, fresh and sweet.
Spock wrinkles his nose. ]
What do you know of this clan?
[ Addressed to "Roger," though he still refuses to use that name. ]
no subject
He nods and brushes past the vampire, stepping inside the building.
It is obvious enough that this part of the warehouse is seldom visited, the vampires' trust in their locked door enough to keep it from their minds. Dust covers empty shelves and the air smells of more mildew, and even more strongly of blood, fresh and sweet.
Spock wrinkles his nose. ]
What do you know of this clan?
[ Addressed to "Roger," though he still refuses to use that name. ]