The hound was glad that his presence could make a difference for her. "If it's not something you want to do, don't. You'll make enough without having to sell yourself that way. That's what it is. You may not be selling sex, but you are selling your body." Fuck, apparently that virus screwed with him more than Mal wanted to admit if he was concerned about what a twenty-something sprite did with her own person.
"Sweet and innocent? Now you're being insulting." Narrowing his eyes, Mal set the liquid in her glass on fire. It was mostly for show, since he doubted it would hurt her. Of course, a few vampires in the crowd that were pretending not to watch were suddenly even more nervous.