Anita laughed, a self-deprecating sound, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Well, when you put it like that..." She shook her head. "I'm here in York because my friend and fellow Marshal, Ted Forrester, told me he thought Phaedra and her charge could use some backup. As for why I'm here, in your house?"
She sighed. "All jokes about office sex aside, I'm not that great at mixing business with pleasure, unless I get hit with the Ardeur. Which brings me to the point in the conversation where I admit that I'm not her entirely unselfishly." She was practically willing herself not to blush, or to look to Justine to bail her out.
"My--" Boyfriend just sounded too high school. "--lover, Jean Claude, is one of Belle Morte's vampires, which means he feeds on lust, as well as blood. When he marked me as his human scion, I inherited a portion of his Ardeur, which makes me--well, quite frankly, something I had never heard of until Justine told me about you. A living vampire who feeds on lust, and sex, rather than blood. Because I'm so new at it, I can't go without it for extended periods of time, and I can't rely on just one partner without risking their health. So I'm hoping that I might be able to help you out as much as I might be able to help you."