He could always try to actually you know what I'm not even going to touch that one. Too easy.

Brock continued to squint, also frowning. "Fireflies would die in this kind of weather," he said slowly. "They're not like ... pixies or something, are they? Fairies?"

He looked sidelong at Maladict at that, because obviously she should know this sort of thing. She was a vampire, don't all supernatural creatures instinctively know about each other?