[He is rather graceful, isn't he. She had to take a few moments to step along behind him and just...admire that about him. Well, she might have been admiring a few other things too, but she wasn't going to tell.]

It can wait. It'll give me time to think what to offer you for a drink-or food. Heck, I don't know what you do eat, or can eat or drink besides blood.

[She shrugs at him.]

And I'd hate to stereotype you. You're one of a kind.