There was a short silence as the vampire tried to comprehend if the djinn was pulling his leg. He scratched the back of his head and for just a moment his haughty, cold mask broke as he let out a little laugh - a sincerely amused one. "Take no offense, m'lady, but I was not aware your kind had any blood in your veins." Martel shook his head apologetically and shook his head. "Just shows how much I know now does it not?" He wasn't going to admit out loud that Mekkah was the second genie he had ever seen.