[ after levie directs her to Other Roses,
angie, while his mug of lavender-chamomile tea is spinning in the microwave , ]

My shepherd informs me you'd like to be promised some Rose blood.
I'm amenable. And I dare say wouldn't mind trying out what you've offered in return. I'm in a poor spot to provide, at the moment, however; just went through a bit of a nasty health scare. But do come to me, sometime, when I'm feeling a bit less peaky. I do like to think of myself as a . . . slaker of thirsts.