"Kyle-" Nancy reaches her hand out, touching his to get him to pause. They didn't need to be fighting, as much as it drove her absolutely crazy. She looks up at him, her green eyes wide and understanding. "Look. Part of my job- I let them feed on me. That's part of why I do it- to keep them from feeding off the unwilling. I think they're not all bad. That's all."

She doesn't want to fight with him, she realizes. They're both stubborn enough they know they'll end a friendship over this. She's got so few friends- real friends, not sometimes clients- that losing one sounds like an unrecoverable blow. She likes Kyle.

And she likes looking at him shirtless.

"But I understand." Not everyone was brought up like she was. Not everyone had the same experiences she did. She could see that.