Cooper's loyalty when it came to his friends was without question. It was a fierce devotion, something that was a bright, shining spot amid all of his usual grey morals. He tried to brush off Nancy's thanks, though clearly he was pleased. "Think nothing of it, sweet-pea. Friends gotta keep friends from being eaten."

When she offered him a bite, he shook his head. "No thanks. I, ah, already ate." It was best not to ask just where that source of blood had come from.