Neither of the three of them was going to be basing this discussion based solely out the external image they projected. Even Anita could sense the tension just beneath the surface.
"No, I suppose they aren't gifts," she conceded. With its insatiable hunger and its penchant for raising it's hot, horny head at all the wrong moments, she thought of the Ardeur as more of a curse, regardless of the nifty abilities that came with it. "No power ever comes without a price, does it? Even if you're born with it."
And God help those who inherited it by accident. "The closes I have come to anything like the White Court is Belle Morte's line of vampires. They're undead blood drinkers, but all of her vampiric children have inherited her abilities over lust. Jean Claude is well over six hundred years old, which means that she is...well, ancient, by mortal standards. Who knows what she was when she was alive."