Iris successfully quashed the urge to look sharply around to see if anyone heard that bit about the vampire. No one had, or if they did, they probably assumed he was being facetious.
Iris put her hands on the table and pressed her fingers together to force them into feeling. She gave him a shrewd look with those gray eyes that were nothing like the vague, lost ones from the night previous. "Really? It is private, after all." She had a hard time imagining that anyone would want to share their own private paradise, particularly to someone so overwhelmingly negative.