An idea came to mind, and Willow leaned forward.
“So, just to be clear, you want to…expose the Underground to the mundane world at large, right?"
At that, Moorehouse raised a brow. “Mundane?"
“Ah, sorry." Willow forced a smile. “That's just what these…" She paused for a moment, as she was trying to think of the best way to describe them. “Creatures," she settled. “Call our world."
“Ah, strange," Moorehouse frowned. “That implies they view themselves as fantastical. A fair bit of self-awareness, it must be noted."
“Even so," Willow shrugged. “I have to say, you've gone to a lot of trouble when you could've just asked."
Moorehouse's frown grew. “I'm sorry?"
“Do you know how I know this vampire? This sub-human filth?"
*Filth* was the right word, but it left her mouth, it made Willow
