Her fear dissolved, washed away by a sense of the absurd. Margrit lifted a hand slowly, and put it against the inside of Daisani's wrist. His pulse was desperately fast beneath her fingertips, the beat of a small frightened mammal, not an adult human. But then, he wasn't human. She pushed his hand away with gentle determination, her jaw set. "One of your kind knows better than that how to read human expressions, Mr. Daisani. Don't touch me again."

Astonishment splashed over Daisani's face, brightening it until his smile was wide and genuine, showing flat, human teeth that seemed at odds with every story Margrit had ever read about vampires. "Bravo! Bravo, Miss Knight! Without a hint of fear! Bravo! How do you do it?"

"That would be telling." The moment of conflict was gone, and Margrit's heart started to accelerate, her body reacting too late to the stance her intellect had taken. She could answer his question- had answered it, when a green-eyed dragon had put it to her, but Janx had taken it as part of a favor owed. Margrit wasn't going to make that bargain again.

"Mr. Daisani, I don't want to work for you. Right now I don't owe you anything, and you're not going to talk me or coerce me into quitting my job. If that's all you had to discuss with me, I think you're wrong. I don't have a problem. You do. It's been very nice to see you again, sir. Good day." She inclined her head and turned toward the elevator. "Miss Knight."

Margrit stopped with her hand over the button, waiting. "Alban Korund has made no effort at all to get me off your back, as you so eloquently put it. You may wish to reconsider where you place your faith, young lady. Unlikely as it may seem, there are worse choices than Eliseo Daisani."