The crone thought this one through. Her head dipped forward before she moved in to wrap her arms about him. Her cheek pressed to his chest, and she snuggled into his warmth. She loved her husband; Eric was her Viking king, but there were times she needed a warm body. There was only so much warmth the large vampire could get from a feeding, and she didn't begrudge him that feeding when he had it from another source.
"You told them of the last one? That once the last one's gone, they won't have a chance to find the true killers?" Her fingers grabbed at his shirt; she wasn't doing anything overly lurid or untoward. She wasn't debasing herself either. She simply enjoyed his larger warm body against hers.
"How would you do it? How would you remove the last of the blight?" She knew that he couldn't actually commit the act; she wasn't ready for her darling doctor and the returned dark one to meet. She did not know how that particular dynamic would play out, and she'd invested too much time in the doctor to lose him to the twisted needs of the man who tried to make the darkness inside fit into a moral code that simply wasn't his.