Chongo could hardly believe what he was seeing. That undead Transylvanian scumbag, Vladimir, was "chatting up" Magenta, as the British would say, casting his net about her lovely and vulnerable self in no uncertain fashion...and she appeared to be eating it up! Did she not remember that Vlad was deadly dangerous? How could she have forgotten it?

"She's gotta be hypnotized," he muttered. "It said in them library books that these bloodsuckers have hypnotic powers, and I guess they do. Now he's probably gonna try to sneak her off alone somewhere, make like she's the blood bank and he needs to make a big withdrawal. Rotten creep! He's like a cheap loan shark in a fancy tux." Chongo nursed his drink morosely and watched from the shadows.