Oh, it wasn't that they didn't know how to satisfy each other. She'd give him that if he needed confirmation, but the way they satisfied each other was a problem in and of itself. No self-respecting fairy should've wanted that particular type of satisfaction from a vampire. That she cared for him and him alone was the type of secret she was happy to hold on to; she cared about her court, and her kind. It was just that, when lines were drawn, Tink viewed every species in existence with equal importance. He was no better or worse than her for being a vampire, even if she missed the days when her head against his chest allowed her the opportunity to hear a heartbeat.

He still had a heart, and she liked to think that it worked just fine when it mattered. Hearing that someone was stealing his liquor, and the inevitable consequences of it, wouldn't inspire it to work, unfortunately. "How dare they," she teased softly, pulling him to her with a gentle tug to wrinkle his shirt and bring him close enough to greet with a kiss. "Any idea who it might be?"