"Well, do you know the guy, Fisher?" Here, her usual cheery expression became solemn, and she explained, "He can talk to dead people." She had to pause before she continued. "He talked to my parents so I could talk to them. I want them to be proud of me." Now that was about as much solemnity as she could handle on her evening of fun. Laughing, she shook her head, "I am so confused now..."
Nudging him with her elbow, she gave him a knowing look, "I don't think you're as dangerous or bad as you like everyone else to think." And with that, she stuck out her tongue at him and flounced her hair. "No, no, I like him, like him. I just meant it's not about an itch to scratch, like sex. I mean, I would, but that's not what it's about. We like each other." Her innocence was more than a little apparent, when she lay her head down and moaned softly at his touch. It felt good, though it made her shiver just a bit. But she didn't think anything of it.
"Well, we've kissed, but full on making out, not quite. He's kinda shy." Pausing, she admitted, "No, no biting. I told him he could, but I think he doesn't like... being a vampire. So I don't know if he will." Now it seemed rather complicated as she explained it.