Carmilla scowled. "I can screech just fine. Your [i]slightly[/i] improved range doesn't make up for your lack of skill when it comes to actually [i]singing[/i]."

Lilith rolled her eyes at the lover boy comment. "Teasing your brother about me doesn't work when he isn't here, Shock. Call him whatever you want; it won't peel any of my skin." She glided after Shock and her twin followed her sourly, muttering to herself. If not for their supreme vampiric grace, one might have described Carmilla's movement as 'trudging'.

Carver took up the rear. The pumpkin face resumed its normal expression, and she flicked one of her blades in and out idly as she walked. If she heard Carmilla's under-the-breath passing shot about the eldest trickster's temptress skirt being wasted on such a bitch, she said nothing.