"Malice is its own reward," Erin not-answers, Mysteriously(tm), as she comes back to reality. "I both am, and am not, human. Let a bitch indulge in some monstrous curiosity, yeah? But as far as payment goes, consider: this is me being serious about there being peace between us, one. Two, I'm willing to offer one pint of my blood, to be extracted by that doctor friend of yours from the party. Do be careful with it, it's made of drugs. As for any hypothetical funds..."

She leans forward, and grins sharp. "I suppose I'd owe you a favor."