Stars and garters, Hank moaned inside his head. That was just such an enticing word choice, but he didn't want to think about her like that. She was his boss, his friend, his teammate, and she was taken. Not to mention older than he. Perhaps it was another effect of the blood? Had to be.
At the questions about the vampires Hank's jaw set, and his eyebrows knit into an anxious but determined expression. He focused on his work, as it was easier to remove himself from his words when he wasn't looking at her and instead taking his sample. "Only one. His name was Eric. I know little of him other than that, besides that he claims to be very old and was incredibly strong."
He'd not go into his encounter with the man. The thought of it alone was getting him riled and he was trying he best to convince himself that he'd recovered fully from the event.