since i think there is a better outlet for that sort of creative ability , i think hes real . i knew you were a woman with very good taste . '' she could n't hold back a grin of her own . she wrapped her arms around his back , bringing their chests together . it meant little when compared to a lifetime . 'it goes right under the street ? ' she turned her full attention back to the half-eaten bone . was it the holy water that kept his wounds from healing , or something else ? 