Mina was silent for a long time. Longer, perhaps, than either of them had heard her go without blathering away like a little chatterbox. She watched Bruce's hands. She liked them.

They belonged to someone far more clever than any human she'd known in a very long time.

And so, she did exactly what she wasn't supposed to do. She reached out, taking one of his hands and pulling it closer to her, pressing his fingers against the pulse point on her neck.

Or rather, the lack of pulse point.