"So I noticed," Kisuke says, softly amused, if a bit cagey, as he studies her with quiet eyes before taking the robe from on top of the stack he'd made and unfolding it with a soft snap. He holds it out behind her, ready to be stepped into.

"Kora," he says. "So what makes Miss Stackhouse shine for vampires? I can see that there is something different about you. Not that I would have ignored you if that weren't the case. People should help each other when they're capable of it."