“Out of curiosity, do you need a formal invitation?” Jason asked. “Only as a matter of manners.” Jason and Vermillion stared at each other. “You’re not going to invite me in, are you?” “You could be lying. If I was a vampire, I’d be lying all the time. Sure, I don’t need an invitation, but it would be the polite thing. No, that’s not stench of death. Of course, tomato juice coagulates.”
