Anita only had a fraction of the Ardeur that a true vampire of Belle Morte's line would possess, but she was also still learning to control the portion that she did have. It wasn't something she'd been born with, like her necromancy.
But she'd rather be a nympho than a shapeshifter. No offense to any of her weres.
Anita laughed softly at the in-joke. Somehow, she had a feeling Thomas good mix a wonderful Sex on Just About Anything. "I never really acquired a taste for alcohol," she said apologetically. "Whenever I have to go into the cops' bar, the bartender, Dead Dave--" Or rather Undead Dave, since he was a vampire. "And I have this thing going where he pours me a virgin Screwdriver."
She paused for dramatic effect, and added, "Yup. Straight up orange juice. But I never say no to coffee."