"Proof-" Nancy closes her eyes, looking away from these men. When she opens her eyes again, she's looking at Childermass "I come to you in need and you ask for proof-! Of course you would not believe me. Who could believe a girl like me? A whore you've hired..." Childermass wants proof. Childermass will get proof, and if she's lucky, a good dose of realizing how big of a dick he is. He's the threat to her operation, and she needs him to let his guard down.

Nancy closes her eyes again, pressing her lips together and reaches up and pulls back her curtain of ginger hair, revealing her neck. There, without any sorts of glamours or makeup, are a good number of puncture wounds from the vampires that have fed off of her for the past few years. Following suit, she shows him her wrists, covered in the same marks.

"There are others, too..." she shifts uncomfortably. She's not going to show them the rest of her body.

She sniffles and nods, and turns from Childermass, back to Norrell. "I was promised-he was so good to me for so long. I should have known-" she wraps her arms tightly around herself.

"They have nearly drained me dry, every night. I never wanted this." She didn't. She never had. But it was the life she lead, and it was hers to live. "Please, Mr. Norrell- you must help me. I've no where else to go."