"Vampire sounds about right," Eileen said, examining the perfectly-content Sprog with a suspicious stare. Traitor. Fine, be on your best behaviour, see if I care. "He does seem like the type to prefer some blood with his milk. Mm-m. Healthy and delicious."
She smiled. "My pleasure," she answered softly. "Stay as long as you wish." Good nannies were hard to come by. And this one, apparently, knew just the selection of proper lullabies. "I was just going to brew up some tea..."