"Oh, I remember," she says with some sympathy. There's something in her tone that isn't quite humor as she remembers it. She knows what it can be like—her personality was very different from Kenzi's, but she'd been a precocious killer before she was turned. "I don't think my sire trusted me alone with a human he wanted to keep alive for for a year or more."

That's as much an admission as a joke. Hard to hold back when you're not really afraid of the consequences on a practical level and desensitized to it on a moral one.

"So she's already ahead of some of us," she adds then, self-deprecating.

"She didn't mention a club, though."