Maybe it was the no sleep hitting her, but Mac couldn't find herself to be angry at being laughed at. Actually, she just stood there, a little shocked at it. She almost demanded why Rebekah was laughing, but then she was given her answer. She blinked when the blonde took her hand, and part of her started to wonder just what she was in for living with her. She certainly wasn't like Jack, and not anything like Cas.
Everyone had an angle, and agende, even Cas wasn't completely pure of heart when he bought her from the auction house; Mac knew another reason he wanted to own her was to have her in his bed just about any time he liked because legally he could demand it of her. Jack had several reasons for purchasing her- one of them, Mac suspected, was to break her of her defiance. But thus far, Mac couldn't quite put a pin on why Rebekah wanted her.
Being a little uncomfortable with the seriousness, and closeness, Mac replied, "well, I have actually. Both of them. Not at the same time, of course. But I have fucked them both." She pulled away from the vampire, a new theory coming to her mind as to why she was so suddenly bought, but Mac would keep it to herself for now, and see if her suspicion would prove to be correct or not. Either way, she'd be on her guard. Mac was in a house full of vampires, now. Not just one, but three, at the least.
"We'll see if that's true or not," she noted about the promise that Rebekah wouldn't disown her for getting the cops involved. "You don't have a basement with a silver coated door, do you?" She had to ask it. If the answer was even a slight, 'yes,' or a hesitant, 'no,' fuck it, Mac would run anyways.