"Do you?" Joscelin is not convinced. She had, after all, just tried to eat a random pedestrian.

When they arrive at his flat he leads her straight into the bathroom. There's nothing worth stealing in there, really. "Bathe first, then blood," he orders. She seems to respond well to that; like a kicked dog. "There are clean towels and a dressing gown on the rack next to the toilet. You're not so much bigger than me; it should fit. Bring out your clothes when you're done and I'll wash them." That should give him time to hide his most valuable valuables. If some of the smaller trinkets go missing it'll be no great loss, but there are a few items that he'd really rather not have to go hunting through pawn shops for.