Sunshine snorts. She doesn't know who Jack is (obviously), but she doesn't need to; the comment pretty well speaks for itself. Castor doesn't seem keen on elaborating, and pressing for all the dirty details would be a pretty sorry repayment for the way he graciously let her own brief freakout slide.
Not that she's thrilled to shift the subject back to vampires. "Um. Well." With her bee-free hand, she absently fiddles with a fold in her jeans. "I don't know what the 'whole shebang' consists of in your universe, but back home, they're... pretty deadly. I mean, they can't go out in the sunlight, but everything else is wishful thinking. The garlic thing is a myth--"
"--a desperate one," Dom cuts in derisively.
"--and they can compel people to say anything they want, so the whole 'needing an invitation' thing doesn't slow them down much. Once you look into their eyes, you're toast."
"Usually."
Sunshine gives Dom a look, but he ignores it. Instead, he trundles off her lap and up to the knife, as if basking. "A sunlight affinity is an advantage," he says. "SOF's frigging desperate to put Sunshine on their payroll."
Yeah, there's one thing she doesn't miss. "Special Other Forces," she elaborates. "Sucker cops. They, um... found out about my affinity, even though I wasn't registered." Gods, how's that for a heavily-sanitized summary. "I'm not sure I'd call it good news," she dryly adds. "I'm a baker. I didn't want to spend my off-time skegging vampires." That's without the added complication of being bound to two of them, to varying degrees.
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Not that she's thrilled to shift the subject back to vampires. "Um. Well." With her bee-free hand, she absently fiddles with a fold in her jeans. "I don't know what the 'whole shebang' consists of in your universe, but back home, they're... pretty deadly. I mean, they can't go out in the sunlight, but everything else is wishful thinking. The garlic thing is a myth--"
"--a desperate one," Dom cuts in derisively.
"--and they can compel people to say anything they want, so the whole 'needing an invitation' thing doesn't slow them down much. Once you look into their eyes, you're toast."
"Usually."
Sunshine gives Dom a look, but he ignores it. Instead, he trundles off her lap and up to the knife, as if basking. "A sunlight affinity is an advantage," he says. "SOF's frigging desperate to put Sunshine on their payroll."
Yeah, there's one thing she doesn't miss. "Special Other Forces," she elaborates. "Sucker cops. They, um... found out about my affinity, even though I wasn't registered." Gods, how's that for a heavily-sanitized summary. "I'm not sure I'd call it good news," she dryly adds. "I'm a baker. I didn't want to spend my off-time skegging vampires." That's without the added complication of being bound to two of them, to varying degrees.