It seemed that they were creating a sort of rapport, which Lyra was pleased by. It had been a long time since she'd been able to have a genuine relationship with another person. There were friendly faces here and there in her time in America, of course, but she had never been able to actually really connect with any of the Muggles she'd met — how could she, when it was necessary to conceal her entire past and a good deal of her present reality from them?

Her smile faltered slightly at his offer of helping her find new sources, however. This was more to business, as far as her purpose in coming back to England, but she wasn't sure that she was really ready to just jump into it with both feet. What would he think of her plan to try for transparency with the magical community? And what did he have in mind when he said he could help her find a new supply?

If he was offering to show her the darkest allies and most forlorn streets on which to stalk out potential victims for murder, maybe it was better to bring it up now and get their difference in opinion aired between them — before she grew too attached to the idea of becoming friendly. "I intended to use the Ministry's blood banks," she said evenly, watching carefully to see how that idea would register with him.