Even through Jesse's determined conversion of Odin Quincannon, it was impossible not to notice Anna frowning for the duration of the service.

"Manipulating your congregation doesn't seem very Christian to me," she grimaced.

"I'm doing God's Will," Jesse argued. "Bringing His lost sheep back into the fold."

"You know God's Will?" Anna asked, her brow furrowing further.

Jesse shook his head. "Just because you don't believe in Him-"

"Oh, I believe," Anna interrupted. "I just don't like Him."

Jesse chuckled. He liked Anna because she reminded him of Tulip without being Tulip, but the remark made him realize that he's picking the same friends over and over again. "Now you sound like Cass- who by the way, has been asking about you."

"Is he upstairs?" Anna asked. She hadn't seen Cassidy since the incident. Now that he was fine, it hadn't occurred to her that the proper social practice was to check on him. "I'll go say 'hi.'"

"Try to stay out of trouble," Jesse warned her retreating back.

Cassidy had just laid out a line with the last of the cocaine he bought at Toadvine. As he inhaled the powder, he didn't hear Anna walk into the room.

"You really have some left?" Anna asked and thought he would answer that he had gotten more. She pegged him for heavy drugs and partying, but so far had seemed to show restraint in both fields.

"I did," he sniffed. "I tried to make it last. Money may be a wee bit tight. I got a ask though. How'd yeh know the madame of a whoorehouse?"

Anna shrugged as though it were obvious and moved to sit down on the cot. "She's a demon."

Tulip had been climbing the stairs to the attic and heard the exchange. Demon? she thought. Mose? She reached the top landing and stood in the doorway, arms outstretched, holding onto the door posts. "Well, vampires and demons in Annville. Who'd've thought?"

"Alright," Cassidy sighed. He laid down on the cot with his head in Anna's lap. "I was wondering when ye'd be wantin answers. Well, shoot."

"No offense, but I'm a bit more interested in why you're callin' Mose a demon." She raised her eyebrows and placed her hands on her hips. She meant business. "Sure she runs a whorehouse, but she's been nothing but good to me since I was kid."

Anna laughed without meaning to. "I wasn't insulting her! I meant it as a neutral noun. Mose is a spirit of hell."

Tulip pursed her lips. This was unbelievable. She looked at the two of them watching her. Anna reclined, leaning back on her arms to support herself while Cassidy turned his head towards Tulips expectantly. "Demons, huh?" was all she could come up with.

"Why not? This one's a vampire." Anna leaned forward and put her hand on Cassidy's chest.

Cassidy grinned. He loved the attention Anna was giving to him and waited patiently for Tulip to take her turn.

"Right. But you're not like other vampires," Tulip said. She was hesitant to delve even further into this conversation.

"What other vampires?" Cassidy scoffed. He had only met one himself. Two if you count whatever bit him.

Tulip realized she had misspoken. All she knew of vampires came from movies. "Uh…Dracula?"

"Yeh, not like him," he chuckled.

"So no fangs?" Tulip asked.

"No," Cassidy scoffed, although he had often wished for them. It would make biting a hell of a lot easier.

"Turn into a bat?" she asked.

"No."

"Sleep in a coffin?"

Cassidy recalled the last time he was in New Orleans. "Not if I can help it."

"Afraid of the cross?"

This time, Anna laughed. Tulip glared at her, not understanding why it was a funny question.

"2000 year old symbol of bigotry and oppression, but it won't burn me face off," Cassidy explained.

"Silver bullets," Tulip tried.

"That's a werewolf, yeah?"

"Sunshine," she smirked. That had to be true.

"Oh hell no. That's legit," Cassidy admitted. "If I don't cover up- sleeves, hat, and the like, it won't be pretty."

Tulip considered what he had told her and searched for another question. "You kill people?"

"Not if they don't deserve it," he answered.

Anna was getting bored of all the questions. She ran her fingers through Cassidy's hair which made him smile, but she was internally groaning. He sensed her tension and readjusted so that he was holding her hand. He was concerned Anna would push him off and leave.

"But you drink blood?" Tulip continued, pretending she didn't notice the gesture.

"It helps me heal, but all tings bein' equal, I'd rather have a single malt."

"So you never crave human blood?"

Cassidy raised his eyebrows. Had she ever seen blood? "No, not really."

"Huh." Tulip nodded. "So vampire? Demon? All we're missin' is an angel."

"You don't want one of those around here," Anna grimaced. What she knew of heaven came from her father and Lucifer, so of course it was biased, but she understood that they were foot soldiers. They followed orders and they followed their rules and they were strong enough to kill even her Proinsias.

"Now you're sounding batshit crazy." Tulip shook her head. "Thanks for the answers." She turned and wandered back down the stairs.

"That's where she draws the lines? Angels? I'm exhausted." Anna sighed.

Cassidy rolled over, head still in her lap. "So we're not gonna 'ave any fun?" he murmured into her thigh.

"You can try and convince me," Anna bit her lip.

Cassidy bunched up the hem of her dress, planting kisses on his way up her thigh. Anna tingled with pleasure. When he reached the spot between her legs, he released her dress to slip off her black, silk underwear. Anna didn't protest and fell backwards on the bed and moaned. Cassidy let out a moan of his own, enjoying the taste of her. He moved his kissed up to Anna's abdomen as she wiggled out of her dress. As Cassidy's face reached her own, Anna began stripping him of his clothes.

"I'm convinced," Anna smiled, nibbling on his collarbone.

Cassidy growled and shifted himself in between her legs. "I'm pretty persuasive," he boasted, pressing into her, savoring each sound she made and trying with each thrust to make her call louder.