"You'll find it'll take a lot more then pale skin and a preference for dark places to make me run screaming." She said with a small grin. "Hestia." She returned with her name, rather fond of his accent.
The smile he gave was both reassuring and a little unexpected. Not so much so in that he smiled, but the fangs... Not something she was used to seeing.
But it was rude to stare, and easily focused her attention on him, and what he said. For a moment there was a flash of fear- was he going to try and feed off of her? But she was a fully trained hitwitch, and while it had been a few years, and she was four months pregnant, she still could protect herself, and there was no way he would harm her in her own home. She wouldn't let him.
Standing up, she smiled at him, and tilted her head slightly. "Well, I'm fairly certain offering you my arm would make my boyfriend terribly upset," she teased, "I do have some blood vials I normally use to help replenish the others. I think they could survive without a few..."