Pam hadn't expected that answer. Few people didn't know what they were, and it was hard to believe this creature knew nothing of what he was. He was definitely a he. The smell - water bound as it was - was masculine. The voice helped in the decision.
"Demon. Old. And, you're not where you should be." The petite vampire knew she could say some of that of herself.
"I want to taste you, but you'd probably kill me." Her fangs flashed, not in a threatening manner. She hadn't felt threatened by this creature. He was a curiosity; while what Pam could see of the creature's body told her that he could probably defend himself well against a vampire, for a little while anyway, the creature's body and actions did not give Pam any sense that she needed to go on the defensive.
"You probably taste bad. And kill me. You'd be what would kill me." Pam nodded slightly.