Lark's eye muscles tightened and Vale turned to Jenso slowly. "It's fine, Damien," Lark mumbled, clasping onto the vampire's wrist lightly. Vale sneered and pulled away from Lark, sitting down on a nearby op-table. Mike didn't jump down from his table, but he nodded to Jenso. 

	"Have it your way, Larken," Vale mumbled. Lark shook his head and smiled for a moment before his expression once again fell to pieces.

	"Pij is gone."