[ that has the merit to be direct — if nothing else, Flint does respect that. he eyes the girl critically — she isn't his usual type, to be certain, but then again he's traveled long and far and feeding himself took second seat to traversing entire continents all while avoiding the light of day and not drawing attention to himself via murder.

he frowns at the girl. ]

Admirable of you, I'm sure, however I do have to wonder — if you have some modicum of power in this place, why would you sell your blood so short?