Melody knew a little bit - or maybe a lot - about addiction. She was addicted to death. Not that she really wanted to admit that out loud. After Nate had said it, Mel had denied it. In New Troy, however, she'd been made very aware of it. There was no way to claim otherwise at this point.
"For you." She sighed. The dying world had been better for her, and poor for the other vampires. It was reversed here. There was so much life everywhere Melody turned, nothing to feed off of. Not unless she wanted to kill people, and there weren't really sickly homeless all over the place like there'd been in her homeworld.
Pam's touch sent shivers up Mel's spine. Even if the other woman weren't a vampire, she would have still enjoyed it. Hundreds of years had gone into Pam's body and mind, allowing her to know how to touch and where. Melody appreciated this very much.
"I would love to see your bar." Her eyes opened, and Melody realized that she didn't remember closing them.