Surely Hila had other functions - maybe less pertinent ones, perhaps. He made a grumbling noise in the back of his throat.

"She doesn't have much to do with my disliking your choice of words," the vampire returned, for that was what he had been referring to. His breathing had returned to normal, but the disorienting sensation of losing his grip on the world hadn't faded yet. "I don't suppose you have a map to this... shrine."