Sam let out a sound that was a strange cross between a snort and a giggle. A snortle or something like that. If life were a movie, it would have been the perfect moment for a spit-take, but the fact of the matter is that life wasn't a movie. And anyway, anything Sam might be drinking would make for a highly triggery spit-take. For serious.

"That is wrong on so, so many levels," she said.

Funny. But wrong.

"What's the guy's deal? Bram Stoker fan? Bela Lugosi wannabe?" Naturally, her mind went to vampires first. "I mean, for the record, some Kindred can turn into bats. But it's pretty fucking rare."