Lenore's hands go still at the question, eyes gazing sightlessly at the surface of the water. "There were," she says, voice flat and tight, with an undercurrent of rage. "Until recently."

Dipping back under the water for a moment before she either says something furious or bursts into tears, Lenore fluffs her hair under the water to rinse the soap from it, then surfaces again to start working a hydrating cream into it, taking care with how she twists the curls so that they'll end up with pretty definition. "There's a half vampire here from my world," she comments, safely bland again. Adrian hasn't earned any of her ire (yet). "You've probably encountered him in the Free Cities. Tall, blond, very intelligent but totally lacking in practical sense."

She avoids stating any name for him. She's managed to avoid it for two months now and absolutely intends to continue.