Vicente simply went back to drinking his tea when she left, glad for the peace. That and the sound of her pulse had made his mouth practically water. It had been so long since he'd drank warm, fresh blood. Were he much younger and not in control of his urges, he might have just pounced on her.

He knew his quiet wouldn't last forever, and sure enough, she came back. "Set them on the table, please," He said.