He was quiet as he thought over his response. There had to be a way that didn't end in tears. His mind ran idea after idea as he folded his arms over his chest.
"Och, wee lamb," he started, trying to piece something together, "don't look n' sound like that. Ah- Ah mean-" He stopped. Looking at Stefan he gave him a small nod, then looked back at Tabitha. "Ah'm just shittin' wit'cha. Yew got a vamp here, what else am Ah supposed ta do fer fun?"
He forced a grin and quickly made a suggestion. "What if Ah were alone wit'tha vamp, an' he punished me? He can even take some blood. Rare delicacy an' all that. Ah insist." At least that way, he could talk to Stefan and let him know just how right he was.