"Ew," his nose wrinkled. "You think a vampire should suck me off?"

"Sounded suspect," he replied, shooting her a playful side-eye.

"Handprints? Of what?" He asked. They hadn't gotten into the blood, although he supposed as minor demons they could have perhaps conjured some. He had no clue how that worked.

He caught her hand. "You lower my defenses, it's not fair."

This somehow sent more of a jolt through him than the prodding had. "You can't blame me for that."

"Hey," he brought his head up a little to glance in her direction, pushing his bangs out of his face. "So we made it."

"Jesus Christ," he whispered, turning his head to the ground once more.

"Be honest," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off both the blood and the impending headache. "Should we get out of here?"

"I didn't expect you to be the one pushing the silver lining in this scenario." He admitted. "Can we just for a single second acknowledge how fucked that all was?"

"How is this better?" He asked. "They might be out there too, Pari, but by comparison this is... demon HQ. You think I want to go back in that house and sleep in it tonight?"