"Sorry, darling, I didn't mean to make you laugh." He smooths the back of his fingers down Seth's cheek. It's good that everyone's spirit is lifting from their friendly banter, but he doesn't at all like the sickly, clammy feel to his darling, cheeky employee's skin. "Vampires are wusses. Everyone knows that. No offense, Mika," directed at one of the more nondescript members of the kitchen staff.

"None taken."

"Are you cold, Seth? Would you like a blanket? Anything you want."