“Indeed, indeed.” Alistair hooked an arm around Trixy's, swerving her out the door and around the vampire who had knocked, not even waiting for Alexander. He would have to catch up to take the assassin's other arm. Taking another swig of the liquor, he grinned – even if he couldn't get drunk, he could certainly do a fair attempt at acting it.

“Let's go see darling Maria,” he said. “And find out if she's picked out any fresh blood at Tortuga for us. The sooner the better!”