"I'm not sure what saint's blood would do to a near lifelong pagan," Mina quipped. The idea of an angel's blood seemed dangerous, but then again, Mina had recently sampled a self-proclaimed god. "But Castiel is correct," she continued. "I am quite civil. I'm positively charming company, I assure you."

She flashed Bruce a bit of a smile. It was forced and pained, but no matter.

In a bit more somber of a tone, she added, "Thank you. Both of you."

And after a pause. "What sort of blood disease, dear?"