Vincent looked into the room, usually reserved for "special guests". He felt that Zire and Katie had earnt the right to spend a night there, even if they were unconscious.
"I was just coming in to see how you were," Vincent said, "and...thank you. Without your timely intervention it is doubtful I would still be alive. Give my thanks to Katie."
Zire smiled.
"No problem."
Vincent held up two old beer mugs filled with blood.
"Thought I'd bring some up. It's fresh, still warm. I was going to have some myself, but..."
Vincent gave one of the mugs to Zire, and put the other on the table next to Katie.
"What?" Zire inquired.
"Well," Vincent shrugged, "let's just say I've lost my appetite for a while. Anyway, feel free to use this room for however long it takes you both to recover."
Vincent handed Zire a key to the room, and began to walk back to the door.
"I better be going. Some people haven't warmed up to Lucinda as much as I hoped. I might have to use force soon. Anyway...have fun."
Vincent winked and left to find Lucinda, closing the door behind him.

