Julia laughed softly, knowing her fathers distaste for the vampires. She herself didn't find them all that bad, but that might have something to do with the fact that her father didn't like them. "I haven't talked to one either. You know, they might be some good conversationalist, you should at least give them a chance."
Closing her eyes, she drew her brows together before opening them and looking back at her father. He may be head of the werewolves, but she was not scared of him as some others might be, "You, father, are too much sometimes. I do hope, that you would not be desperate enough to marry me off my own uncle. And as for Lord Edgar, well..." She really had nothing bad to say to him. He seemed a tad strange from time to time, but he seemed like a good man, and she had yet to talk to him this evening and thank him for the being the hostess of this party. She would have to keep that on her mental note of things to do. "Father, I'm not some meat that you can sale. What if none of the men want to be my husband?"