He moved along the stool and smirked at her. "What Don't I hunt? Shifters, Vampires, wenidgo's you name it I hunt it." He took another sip of beer. "But you got magic in your veins. I know the Lore. Every slayer got some demon in them." he smirked. "Don't worry though for some reason I got the feeling your so watered down there isn't enough to make you go all bad on me." He wondered if she would go n a run with him.