At Charlotte's touch to her own throat Inara's hand wandered to hers as well. She was attacked too, then? Well...that would only make sense. Perhaps the first person to be, or the last, or everything in between. But she'd survived? She suddenly had dozens of questions.

"Did you...did he..." she started and then sighed. Few of them were appropriate to a nice party and a lovely night, and Inara was nothing if not painstakingly drilled in social niceties. Obviously things were all right between them now though, weren't they? Or else she wouldn't be here.

Unless she was his mind-slave or thrall or something...vampires could do that, couldn't they?

...now she was just getting silly.