She nodded. He'd done such a good job with the hand, hadn't he? And this question had been burning straight through her for such a long time. There hadn't really been anyone else she could ask -- no one to whom she could risk exposing any additional weaknesses. But in this room, tonight, they were on an almost even footing.

And for one night, she could almost believe his concern was sincere.

"Yeah. Lurking or waiting or dormant or whatever it is strange men intend to do in the long-term if they try and swap blood. I've really only been a donor, before. Never a donee."