Eliza looked at him with masked exasperation. There was nothing for that comment. Nothing at all.
“It’s true,” Lukas said.
“I believe you,” she replied.
He looked at her, nonplussed at her lack of reaction.
“Well,” Eliza began, “What do you want me to say? I mean, we’re werewolves. Why not vampires? I was halfway tempted to say that all capitalists are vampires anyway.”
He chuckled and then stopped and then very intentionally set down his cheesesteak. His head lurched forward like he smelled something.
“Are you okay?” he said. “I mean, I get it if you’re mad at me for not having talked to you all this time, but I’m telling you, work has been crazy.”