At that - the silvery sweet music of her confusion - Drusilla merely laughed. The mirth spilled out like water from a fountain, bubbling up in her throat and pouring out of her throat and, like a fountain, she tilted her head back for a moment to set it free.

Then, without explaining her amusement, the vampire turned and weaved her way out of the shop.

"It's a surprise."

It was more fun that way.