“Mostly animals because the lynch mob is less likely to descend, I like my pretty neck without a rope around it and I wouldn’t do well in jail.” He smirked. “But there have been times. I like to go bump in the night.”
He tilted his head, studying her face with the golden-green eyes. “That’s very nice of you to offer to share. I have some table manners, promise. The clean-up’s the most fun part,” he teased, his teeth flashing mischievously. The tip of his tongue touching a currently-human canine tooth.
“You done eating? You should show me something here that you like. You seem like the kind of tour guide a boy dreams of.”