She smiled faintly when the bruise began to basically erase from Trevor’s face. Once it had faded completely, she pulled the scarf away.
	[i]Handsome, as always,[/i] she thought to his question. “Er, like the Trevor I know,” she said aloud, trying to not blush again. She cleared her throat, leaned her staff on her shoulder, and busied herself with wrapping the scarf back where it belonged. “Guess we can add healing spit to the capabilities of a ‘vampiric mockery of a human.’” She paused, wondering why, if that was the case for both of them, Cerasus’ bite marks remained between his saliva and her healing capabilities.
	“So,” she gripped her staff lightly, “where were you headed before I interrupted?”