Reseda: Hey, ah…you may not want to hear this, but that wound’s going to get infected pretty quick, unless…

Integra: Go ahead.

The eye. Not the mouth.

Reseda: Well, sure. I’m not trying to kill you, after all.

Integra (thinking): Oh, right. You die if the chordewa licks your mouth. I knew that. I was just thinking I’d had enough of making out with vampires for one night.