—That. That was awful. Laugh-or-punch-him awful.

After a shocked moment, Howard laughs.

"I see your sense of humour hasn't improved," he says, setting his depleted bottle down on a convenient side table and leaning forward to clap Obadiah on the shoulder.

Which brings something else to his attention.

"What in God's name—?" Bite marks. On his neck. "Jesus, Obadiah, when did you get bit by a vampire?"