She likes the way her name sounds with a French accent. Jean-Claude's accent had always been one of his redeeming qualities, even at a time when she'd loathed him.

"Yes, it is." She knew the underworld very well, all the sordid creatures that lurked there. "Perhaps- maybe one day we can compare stories." It'd be astonishing, the similarities.

"I will pay- in exchange for you having spared my life." If the vampire had grown up like she had, she didn't want anything out of pity. But a bargain, a deal, that was a language they could both speak. Nancy had been poor for most of her life, and even now tried not to use her boyfriend's extreme wealth to her advantage. She had her own job, made her own money. It wasn't her fault he also liked to buy her things.