“Is this a vampire thing, or a Victor Roth thing? Because it’s starting to be absurd.”
“Wot? Cos I want two ocelots? I don’t think it’d be fair of me to have one and it be lonely or only have me for company is all. Personally, I’d like someone that looked like me to play with too instead of some creepy two-legged predator.”
She threw her hands up. “I wash my hands of the whole enterprise. I’ll still come over, but I’m not sure I want to hear about any problems.”
“In answer to your question, I think it’s a vampire thing. Much like humans like having domesticated animals, vampires like having other predators around, they keep us company. I could do it, I could take care of two.”
“I’m not stopping you. I wash my hands of it. You do what you like.” She shook her head.