"I am still here in the room, you know," Skye bitched at Greg, giving him a smack in the arm. "I'm also perfectly capable of thinking and I'm not a fucking chihuahua. I'm a person, with a brain. He was up on the roof, standing on the ledge when I went up for a smoke to wait for Xav. I thought he was a jumper, I didn't know who he was at first. When he turned around, he was all fangs and eyeballs. I don't know whether it was because of me, or because he was getting off on the thrill of being up there. He is a Brujah, after all. One that has been blown up, so maybe he has no sense of fear? Or maybe he just wants to push the envelope because he's not fond of being restricted. It doesn't matter, it happened."

She looked between them both pointedly. "Because shit happens. I like being fed on, and you know what? Being fed on and fucked at the same time? Pretty sure I want to be doing that again sooner rather than later," she admitted to them. "He wasn't in a frenzy, though. Maybe I fucked up, but maybe I really liked it too."