Shaya couldn't help but growl at the implication that she was unclean, however true it was. She was aware that she still had dried blood on her cheek, however, and was currently locked in a coach with an extremely old vampire, and as such she did not want to risk making him angry.
Mick broke the silence with a sigh. "Shaya, he's right - we're going to need help this time."
"Wonderful! I'll get the castle ready immediately - we shall feast tonight!" chortled Drake, amused by the look on Shaya's face. "Until later then - I shall tell the coachman to take you to the main door."