Phaedra shook her head, a very slight smile on her face.
Manners were interesting things. Asking to smoke next to a dead woman was truly something not seen every day.
She wasn't trying to push for anything, mostly she just wanted her bearings. She skimmed the surface of his thoughts, and only skimmed. Lindsey. He knew what she was, Phaedra was sure, and he was watching his step. Nice to know he had a brain, she thought, smirking.
Phaedra sat, pushing black hair out of her face. She wasn't hurt, not really. If she had been, Lindsey wouldn't be sitting here. A vampire suffering from serious burns was not something a mortal--no matter how much they thought they could handle--could really stomach.
Phaedra curled a leg up to her chest, leather squeaking as her coat moved. The other she let fall out straight in front of her.
"If you're planning on creating a psychic fireball, then yes. Otherwise, go ahead."
He had a lighter, shiney and silver, not matches. That was a relief. Phaedra figured she'd be bothered by matches for a pretty long time, after tonight.