Diana smiled blithely. She was used to sandpaper personalities. Half of the Order seemed to have one. Eventually, she wore them all down with her charm. Or, as Arty called it, her aggressive optimism. "Nope, I already established, you look like Billy Idol. Which was meant as a compliment, FYI."

She stood up, maintaining a calm expression, even though her clothes brushed uncomfortable against the bite marks under her sleeves.

He was a lot taller than she was. What Diana had going for her, though, was a presence. Not even the supernatural kind. She filled a space around her with light, shining from her smile and her eyes.

There was a reason, after all, people sometimes just decided she was the damn Cainite messiah. And it wasn't her last name.

"You've lived in Hollywood, though? That's not far from me. I'm in the suburbs of Los Angeles."