Murphy could hit him all she wanted. It wasn't going to do her a lot of good, but she could slap him around plenty.
It was a good punch, and it hit, but Saerian laughed, anyway. His body had moved in the direction of her fist when she hit him in the face, and now he stood up, slowly. "You hit people when they give you compliments?"
He cracked his neck and hit her back. Hard. He'd never been human, so he couldn't gauge what type of damage a right hook should really do. The vampire version was a lot like getting hit with a two-by-four.