My dearest girl,' said the vampire finally, examining Lord Maccon with an exhausted but appreciative eye, 'such a banquet. Never been one to favor werewolves myself, but he is very well equipped, now, is he not?' Miss Tarabotti gave him an arch look. 'My goodies,' she warned. Humans,' chuckled the vampire, 'so possessive.
The ill-informed masses included her own family among their ranks, a family that specialized in being both inconvenient and asinine.
How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.