"You're coming back." Lydia half sits up, tugging a blanket over her body that actually seems less about modesty and more about being provocative with what one can't see. She leans her head on Roman's shoulder, sliding her fingers through the upir's hair and gives Peter a look with wide green eyes. "Right?"
Stop me if you've heard this one: a werewolf, a banshee, and an upir are all naked in a bed...
She knows your MO, gypsy boy.