[For a Dhampir to willingly give her blood to somebody who could work magic was something to approach with extreme caution, Rose knowing this only too well, her jaw tight as she tried to push the last of the doubt from her mind.]

Okay.... But, if you could throw away what you don't use. [Pause.] Please.

[Her manners coming more as an afterthought as she crossed the room and took a seat, shifting uncomfortably as she reached around to pull her hair up, exposing the tattoos that were inked across the back of her neck.]

If you can take the hair from the back... so I don't look stupid.

[Uncomfortable for a hundred different reasons and still her vanity remained in tact.]