[Mingle]/[Target]
[Winter is a good season for vampires and their offspring, or at least for those of D's world. The sun is not so stroung (though in Marina, that's debatable), rain and running water turn to snow and ice, and while most creatures might huddle under shelter or in thick coats of fur, vampires and dhampirs are largely impervious to the cold. D's path takes him near the gathering of inmates, and he pauses when the nagging voice of the parasite emanates from his left hand.]
Would you look at that? All that snow being packed down between hands. Makes me hungry. Can I have some? And can I throw the leftovers at somebody who's not looking?
[Rather than attempt to silence the parasite, D turns to watch the inmates enjoying themselves.] You can eat later, and we're not joining in.