"It depends on how committed they both are to making it work," Eleanor mused. "That's presuming a vampire-ape is sentient enough to give consent."

Otherwise, it was just creepy.

She dropped her eyes as she leaned against the doorframe. "I ... believe we do," she said. "Unless you'd rather I go."

Maybe he was horribly offended, and then she wouldn't have to apologize. That was childish, and she knew it.