“Do you have nothing to say for yourself? No apology to sweetly murmur to me? Many males would kill to be in your place, I’ll have you know,” she said, her lips twisting into the slightest hint of a pout. To live for centuries and still require the reassurance of a male companion was a particularly sad trait, and in anyone less despicable, I might have felt pity. But not for her. “So fuck one of them,” I said,
