Jack giggled, having the picture in his mind of Karen latched onto his throat in some overly dramatic Hollywood sort of way, turning him white as it drained him of blood. Amusing, Karen... a vampire.
Though the idea that she couldn't drink anymore was suspicious. Karen loved to drink, she drank all the time. Karen without alcohol wasn't Karen. She was some shadow of Karen Walker, but not Karen Walker.
"Can you do anything cool? Like be invisible or fly like a bat?" There was something about all of this that just struck Jack as amusing, even if Karen looked completely serious. And sober.
Oh god... was Karen sober? That was a crime against all natural things in the world.
"You're serious, aren't you?" He asked after a long pause.