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Ah, there it was; the stench of death and decay as Lily drew closer into his line of sight. Perhaps it was because she was who she was that he didn't immediately slap away her reaching hands, allowing the contact even if his nose wrinkled in disgust. "Need?" he echoed, torn between enjoying this dark and curious twist in her personality and trying to extract himself from the situation. "And what is it that you need, Lily?" He could think of a few things - a bath, for one - but he thought he might understand what she had in mind. "You'll pardon me for not wanting to sink my teeth into the oil slick of your blood." LUCAS making work for idle hands