Lillith closed her eyes and leaned up against his neck. When he rubbed that one part behind her ear, she flopped over sideways and hung upside down from his shirt. The little bat let out a trill that almost sounded like a purr.

After a moment, she switched back and returned to unpacking the picnic basket. Out came two goblets, two sets of rather fancy silverware, some small sandwiches for Lock, a blood pie for herself, some blood wine to share, and a short black candle scented with widow spider musk.

"So Shock has been working on something to terrorize the humans, Carver's been making herself a new head, and Barrel has probably just been eating his way out of an early grave. What have you been up to?"