"Sounds like she's good for ya. Maybe anythin' yer grandma hates yew should do." He chuckled a bit, but it did seem like a good idea. Better than sticking to old, out-dated habits.
He should have known it was her grandmother to suggest it. He was beginning to hate the old bat and he hadn't even met her yet. Snorting, he said, "Wear it, or one of tha other outfits. Is it what yew want though? Yew'd be stuck with him for however longed ya live. Do ya want that? He's a vampire. Can he even get it up?
"Ah mean, me pack has a bet on what a vampire does fer sex. They got cold blood, right? So how do they do it? We got guesses, we just never got ta ask a vampire."