"What does a vampire never order at a restaurant? A stake sandwich."
He doesn’t react. Not a single twitch in any muscle at all--just stony-faced, glacial, inexpressive. Not even so much as a glance up from his datapad, not so much as a hesitation in tapping away through his work. One doesn’t grow up with Mereel, of all people, without learning how to deny someone the pleasure of a reaction to such an awful pun.
Ask if he heard. His silence dares it.










