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"He is a friend," she answered cryptically, seeming to know exactly of whom he spoke despite the lack of detail. With nothing else to do except fester there in the dark, Vlad probed for more, brows bouncing above his eyes. "Frend," he repeated. There was a suggestive edge to his voice. "So hendsome frend! How meeting you?" Innocent enough; he could not very well come out and ask here if the pair had ever been unlikely boink-buddies.