"Indeed," she acknowledged promptly. There wasn't an employee's uniform at her husband's shop, and as far as Siobhan knew, there never had been, so she wore her standard wardrobe, which, honestly, wasn't much. It was a miracle their home didn't have moths. There was nothing about her wardrobe that would indicate where she spent her days. "My husband is a vampire. Our three children are thus half-vampire — our oldest's education was interrupted when the ban went into effect."

That should give him a basic idea of what side of the arrangement she was on, but she wasn't done. "When the ban hit, our marriage was functionally dissolved — but I still live with my husband and children. I can't imagine the sort of woman who would abandon her family." For a moment, Siobhan's face flickered with melancholy, but she was quick to cover it, schooling her features into determination. "I'd like to see that reversed." She doubted she needed to state it, but she did. And it was out in the open.