Mrs. Ladle undid the topmost button of her outer cardigan in silent agreement. Luckily, she was only wearing seven of them tonight so didn't have to take anything off.
Ollie, obviously, felt the increased heat, but then he is a half vampire, after all, and as such possesses a core temperature just above that of frozen methane, but it was Stitches who was going to have to be ultra-careful. He has little enough moisture in his system at the best of times and to lose anymore would rapidly turn him into a walking sack of rolled oats.
Ollie reached out a tentative hand and rested his fingertips against the door.
“I wonder if it's open,” said Stitches.
Ollie wasn't wondering anything of the sort.
He was more…hoping. Hoping…
That it wasn't. There wouldn't be another way in, and he'd have no
