hold me tight or dont ;

Lucas clever as the devil and twice as pretty Rexanna patted the bed next to her and Lucas didn't need to be told twice, sauntering over to sink down onto the bunk, not that it made the room look any better. Luckily Rex was there for that, though the Ascended did notice that her usually ethereal beauty was somewhat lacking. Not that he wanted to bring that up just now. He arched an eyebrow as she spoke, dutifully taking in the safehouse and the shrine and declining to mention how he was only really an aficionado of the Voice insofar that it got him what he wanted. (That wasn't really the sort of thing one spread around). Then, of course, he took in the little details so gorgeously put on display for him - the brand, her face nestled among the other Ascended, all in a twilit glow of a firework. "Why, Rexanna," Lucas almost purred, turning a wicked grin on her as he leant back on one hand. "Say it isn't so. That sweet blood, all gone from your beautiful neck? Woe is me."