"It's still special, though," Drusilla cooed affectionately, turning over Juni's hand to trace the veins with a fingernail. Just a tiny bit of pressure would have been enough to split the skin. She'd killed people - she'd killed a Slayer - with this nail, but her touch was infinitely gentle now. She was even smiling innocently.

"I don't crash into things. That sounds very silly. It's almost as silly as trying to put moths in your sandwiches."