The quiet and mysterious ones too, but those seem strange traits to mention when it comes to drinking blood from someone. She slows her steps when Spike calls the magic word, or so it seems, time to end the joking perhaps. It is easier to make light of darker things, like death, when the Castle ruins its finality.

"No, you must at least stay the night," Lucrezia knows to drop her smile, a nod to his annoyance maybe, but he was never the easiest to read. But she thinks he can't say no to his hostess if he still means to be polite. "Then you can leave however and whenever you wish."