This girl's tiny and not even a wolf. She has no authority over him at all, but even so, Ghoul finds himself shrinking back. He's not looking for a fight, this time. Figures he'd find one when it's the last thing on his mind. "What?" A quick look around the car provides him no sanctuary or advice. He's not so sure he's comfortable with there being no witnesses around when she decides to go berserker on him.

On the plus side, though, it seems like they'll be able to carry on their awkward conversation in peace. "I don't really mean it in a bad way, it's just. You know," he begins, waving a hand about vaguely after he turns to face her again. Doing so stirs up the air between them in just the right way, and he pauses.

Suddenly, he's looking very puzzled. She's not a vampire. She only smells like one. More than one, actually, now that he's paying attention.

Ghoul's mouth opens and closes a time or two uselessly, like a fish out of water, as he considers how to proceed. Does she even know that her social circle is saturated with vampires? "Uh... Nevermind, maybe you don't know?"