Re: Music Store: daniel/claire
"I think if more were gone we may progress too quickly. Let us settle for gloves, and a pleasant goodbye, and next time you may come without gloves, and we shall see then." Daniel shook his head with relative slowness, taking on a vaguely aristocratic air as he did so. "I don't think I can feed on you. I would fear a smiting from on high, I think." He was mostly joking. "I would ask, as I think I may have before, why it heals everyone but you, but I think there's enough martyrdom going around to answer that. If it is only beneficial to whomever is touching you, why turn it off, as you say? Is it tiring?"
Lifting his teacup again to mirror her movements, and somehow far more at ease now that she'd at least shed her gloves (he didn't equate those with a ladies' white elbow-length affairs, the kind that would actually be proper for tea). "No, human society will bungle it all up without my help, you may be sure," he replied confidently. "When I was young I had my radical days, and France went quite mad with it. No thank you."
Daniel frowned as he listened about wards. "I do not have those. Do you want me to go and test yours, to see if they work on my kind?" He didn't know how much that would help. Little, he thought. "Is there something of the nightmare that's scarred the place?" he suggested.
The vampire made a slight face. "I have enough respect for the old church, as much as any undying can, but you must admit that if he decides to do a thing, you should let him at it and mind your business here." He knew this was probably pointless advice.