"Kinda had that figured out already," she says dryly. So this is what being soulless feels like. Maybe it's a great, fantastic, fantabulous thing that Cordelia has something that prevents her from cutting a bloody swath all across Taxon. Despite the horror that that idea brings, she can't deny that it still has its appeal.

She looks horrified at the thought of getting blood for herself, but after having talked with Spike, Cordelia must admit that he made a whole lot of sense. She nods. "I... I guess we should do that. Have you had some already?"