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Door swings open, a pale girl walks in. New clothes, same blank expression, a book in her hands, the first thing the Fledgling does is check the sign she left, and then move to a seat.

Definitely not by the fireplace or the observation window, both being way too distracting and at times unnerving: a nice booth will do.

The book holds her attention for all of three minutes, before she closes it and focuses on people-watching.

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"How many of them would comment to other people how they fed a vampire?" The leechling flashes a bright grin. "How being fed from made their flesh quiver and their minds squeal in bliss?"

"I think some men quite like to brag about their conquests," Teja says, "even the edgier ones."

"Being latched on by a vampire, your neck punctured and your blood drank almost drop by drop, three eternal mouthfuls... a few seconds feeling like an eternity you wish were real."

She grins to Teja. "That is a conquest?"

"The attendant pleasure qualifies it as such," Teja smiles.

"And how would you know, if you never tried?"

"I did," Teja says. "Not with you, but I did. I had a vampire for a lover, for a while."

"Are you saying all vampires are the same?" Amused, some.

"No!" Teja says.

He would not dare. And it is not true.

"Good. And 'lover' would be too strong; I am a little too dead for that... just curious of what you taste like." That is another form of crazy, a bit maniacal.

"Your kind of vampires cannot enjoy physical pleasure, unless for feeding?" Teja asks.

Almost pitying her a little.

"Mercurio says that we can not, or should not... I know I have not felt the impulse." A shrug. "If I think of pleasure, it is about feeding. But I did not try."

Mostly because, again, she does not feel that impulse anymore. "The fleet-footed god also says the White Princess... Jeanette Voerman, does it. That she has a fame of being a seductress of low discernment."

"Enjoying it, or seducing men to drink from them, are two different things," Teja says.

"Her fame is of enjoying. Of seducing, and conquering allies with sex, not the Kiss."

"Then your kind can do it," Teja says. "Just as the one who was my lover did."

"Or she might be crazy and compulsive." The Fledgling grins. "Just because she can do it, and seems to enjoy doing, does not mean she enjoys... at least the way the living do."

"Complicated," Teja says.

Beat.

"My lover enjoyed it; that much was certain."

"Good, then." She nods. "Maybe he did not feel the Hunger as I do."

"He does," Teja says. "But once he has fed, he has a mind for other things, also."

"So he does not feel the hunger the same way. I'm always hungry... and thirsty; just when full, I can ignore it easily."

"Drinking fresh, warm blood feels better than sex ever did when I was alive."

"I'm not going to ask you to feed from me," Teja says. "I have another beloved now, and will not share any pleasure with any other."

She nods, but is a bit disappointed.

The Fledgling was curious. "I see."

"It is important to me to be faithful," Teja says.

She nods once more, waving over a waitrat and ordering a bottle of the blood substitute. Not going to contest or argue Teja's principles.

Teja looks at her, almost a bit sorry, and shrugs.

He has his principles. And faithfulness comes before feeding hungry strangers.-

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