[He could tell her that she was what he desired, and it wouldn't be a lie. Unfortunately, some deep part of Clay that hadn't been killed off by all the evil things he's been forced to do stops him from voicing that particular wish. She was a victim here, most likely no different from himself. She was forced by these vampires to do just what she's doing, and he can't even tell her he understands her predicament, because the walls had ears.
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He smiles, lifting his glass.]
I wouldn't mind some ice.