Dana & Valentin & Open
"Oh, right," Valentin said, on a tone that should be accompanied by a dope-slap to the forehead, though he did not do that. "I forgot about that. It's a dryad-thing, right? Some sort of hyper-seasonal affection disorder, right?"
He gave her a good-natured pat on the shoulder, before returning to his drink and taking a sip. He was not sure where to go now, so he did what he did best: gossip. "James invited a lot of people, didn't he? I'm just trying to figure out what connects them all. I mean, the vampires make sense, but..."