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“Is this what they think I look like?” Ed scowled at the book Stede held out. “Face full of fangs like some fucking rougarou? C’mon, I have one pointy left canine and one right, just like any vampire!”
“Ah, yes, I can see where that would get tiresome,” Stede said, refiling the offending book. “Then is it also a falsehood that your, er, blood produces an aphrodisiac?”
Stede turned to find Ed had crossed the space between them silent as a cat and was now crowding him against the shelf.
“Let’s find out.”
(It didn’t, though their research suggested otherwise.)