Host chuckled at the sight of Sinister being spat upon. The man was less amused, and he went back to his desk to find a cloth to wipe off his face.
"You know, I heard about your work with the Blood Eagle virus." Host turned to him, yellow eyes gleaming with interest. "It really is the most interesting little thing. Loud, too," her voice dropped to a whisper as she approached Pete, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Ever wonder why it would feel like to be infected?"