Just the blood? [ The anger melts away. There's a devilish point to Karl's smile now. He takes her shoulder, drawing her to him, as if they're both sharing a naughty secret together. ] It could be arranged. But the question is, would you sacrifice all the happy little memories you've accrued here, at its expense?

[ Memories of Charlie. Of Setsuna. Because once she learns who -- what -- she is, Karl suffers no illusions that she'll do her best to push them away. And how delicious that would be to witness. How fitting, seeing how often they've interfered. ]