It was unique, in an odd sort of way. It wasn't a friendship that she had with anyone else. With Kyle there was nothing sexual about it, other than their teasing, and the occasional partial nudity on his part. He didn't feed off of her, so that removed a huge level of weird sexual tension right there. He'd spent the night with her, sure, but nothing happened. They were friends. And it felt right.

She purses her lips slightly over a bite of rice as he informs her what sort of magic he won't tolerate. He doesn't mean anything by it, but in times like this? "That's not my sort of magic, anyway." Sure, she was Midnight. Because the freedom was there.

"Vampires?" Because that's important.