"Hmmm... Has sweet Jace been a good boy?" Drusilla said, letting a nail trail from his neck down to the edge of his pants, leaving a scratch behind it where blood welled up. Licking her finger, Drusilla turned and went to pick up Miss Edith on the floor where she'd left the doll sitting, keeping her hands free to play with Jace. "What say you, Miss Edith? Has the handsome Jace been a good boy? Does he deserve some cake?" Drusilla asked Miss Edith turning back to Jace, tapping her chin, looking thoughtful.