"So, basically," Samir said with a bemused expression, "You're a vampire's vampire."
Nazmi, who had just recounted to the Prince the knowledge that Willow gave her, pursed her lips. He wasn't right, but he most certainly wasn't wrong either — it just sounded really stupid when said like that.
"Sort of?" The nymph answered, an uncertain lilt in her voice, "I guess you're right, in a way."
Samir couldn't help but chuckle for a second, but he shook off his amusement to continue the conversation. "My interest is piqued. I wonder if the faerie boy knows anything about 'ashen' nymphs. I'll request he look into it."
"Hasn't he been working on the Grimoires non-stop?" Nazmi asked, giving him a scolding frown. "Don't give him more to do, he's already doing so much for you."
