Micheletto knows this cannot be real, despite how vivid the images are. Even the most powerful vampire in London would think twice before biting the neck of one wearing a witch's amulet. He presses his thumb against the layers of clothing above the amulet, briefly, to remind himself that it was still there.

Even so, the metallic tang of freshly-spilt blood seems to hang in the air...

"Deep breaths, Nancy." His eyes flick to the other man, briefly, to make sure he won't lose his head, either.