Pam didn't move; she didn't look away, or at the doppleganger who watched from the side. She seemed to be thinking it through, and eventually a hint of a smile settled on her lips; she let him go after giving a soft rub as if to soothe his injured "pride."
"You know, he may be trouble if he does ever find what it means to be one of use." She looked to the woman in the smart pants outfit. That Pam was moving closer to see just what sort of damage her little brother had received.
"She's right. And that was a very good answer, John Tudor." His sister slid up to wrap an arm around her "little" brother, her own hand settling at the poor baby vampire's waistband.
"You are okay, yes? Melody would be very disappointed if your..must we call it a fuck stick? It's fun to say, but an ex-man of the cloth should not have a fuck stick. Perhaps a rod. Holy rod?" Both women were now smiling, but Pastor John's sister didn't touch him in any way inappropriate, not yet at least.
Pam in her lovely dress looked over the big man, deciding that she would accept him. If her other self did and their Maker, then she would allow their instincts and knowledge to guide her. She moved quickly to her doppleganger and drew the woman into a deep kiss that suggested they had probably done this and more before.
"Get him further along. I doubt either Eric will want to see a male Progeny die from a case of the new and stupids." With that the City's Pam looked up to John and then was off to find dinner or someone else to play with.