Carrick's eyebrows raised a little when Noctis said that he couldn't burn. "That makes one of us," he remarked, somewhat caustically. It was only after drinking his way through several prostitutes who wee known in vampire circles as bloodbags - human whores whose master allowed them to be fed on heavily - that had fully healed up the scars he'd received when Noctis had exposed him to sunlight the previous week.