I ran across an ocean inside a private jet's cargo hold to escape my sire's politics. I've bled you a few times already. You're delicious. I magicked the headmaster into giving me this job and these hours with a talk and a kiss, and more.

I'm a Goddamned vampire who knows better.

Her laugh is strained. "You think that now!" Slowly, delicately, she trails her hand away. "Ah. It's already near closing time." And the tea and muffin haven't been touched.