Royal Pain in the- {backdated to the 20th}

[dirtyredneck]

The request for discretion in the matter of the kidnapping and rescue didn't surprise him. It happened quite a bit, especially for those who were higher profile in the London social circles - both supernatural and not. The divulging of who was actually in trouble and who they were related to, however, had Daryl walking on a tight rope while trying to track down whatever leads he could.

[ooc: kidnapping plot I was supposed to put log up for last week. Sorry for the late!]

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[outstandingbalance]

Natasha shrugs at that, her smile turning... not exactly strained, but less honest. More rueful. "Never is," she says, pulling her plate back and taking another bite. "It's better this way."

[dirtyredneck]

He watched her for a long moment as she went back to eating. He hadn't been paying attention before, but now that he was, he could tell how unsatisfying her meal was. More so than his own. He didn't mind the occasional cooked mean, was even decent sometimes. But Natasha... she had a taste for blood. And only blood.

"You uh... you don't get enough to eat or something?" He asked, trying to skirt saying anything explicit. He assumed she fed on other people, but the way she was talking...

[outstandingbalance]

Apparently Natasha gave away more than she intended. It's a statement about how much that weighed on her mind, she supposes. She shrugs of his question, not going to get angry at herself about it.

"That depends on what you mean by not eating enough," she tells him, also very aware of the fact they're in public. "I've been trying to change my diet." She smiles very slightly, glancing up at him around another bite of lamb. "So far, it hasn't been entirely satisfying."

[dirtyredneck]

If that wasn't code for 'feeding on animals' he didn't know what could be. Daryl chewed at his lip for a moment before offering a grunt and a nod to indicate he understood what she was saying. Couldn't much get around the whole not being satisfied by non-human blood thing. Saying he hoped it would get better would probably sound patronizing.

And since he didn't want to say that an didn't know what else to say, he fell silent while he finished his meal.