"You could've. Especially since I'm not twelve and definitely not afraid of cursing," Rae mused with equal amusement. Almost everything about this situation was amusing to her. If she had to be hiding from a group of dickhead hunters, she could think of far, far worse situations to be doing so in. Like the last time when she'd been trapped in a god damned tree for two nights in the rain. She had to illusion herself invisible whenever they got close, and it had almost worn off a couple of times. "Wouldn't be the first time someone had commented on my ass and more than likely won't be the last," she said confidently.
Rae pursed her lips and looked up at him, eyes dancing as she shrugged one shoulder. "I'll make a deal with you," she started. "You can call me Tinkerbell if I can call you Edward," she said, knowing that any vampire worth the name wouldn't want that. "Otherwise, I'd greatly prefer being called Rae, definitely." She could only imagine the names he was called when people found out. Rae didn't feel like most people did. Most vampires didn't get to choose, so why should they be treated like lesser species for it?
"I've got to admit," she started, voice softening a little, "it's nice to just be me around someone for once. I never get to do that." It was an odd thing to admit to a relative stranger, but she was sure he understood.
She laughed too, shrugging a shoulder. "Creepy is sort of bad manners, there, Corner Creeper," she told him, still not an ounce of seriousness in her voice. She had punched him after all. The fact that he was taking it in such easy stride seemed like it deserved appreciation in the form of her usual friendly kindness. "I never claimed to be observant, just calling you out on your creepiness and rudeness, is all," she finished seriously.
Putting a finger to her lips to signify thinking, she shrugged one shoulder. "Ash has a fairly high voice for a guy," she pointed out teasingly, calling him out on the innuendous comment he'd made before. "You could start with him!"
She chuckled again. "My dad's a-hundred-percent Swede. And my mom's a-hundred-percent fae. So... I'm the only Swedish faerie I know," she tilted her head to the side in a shrug, the smile on her face genuine still. She looked at the ground when he pointed out how filthy she was getting and she raised her eyes back up to him with a playful glint in them. "What fun is life if you don't get a little dirty now and again?" she asked, raising her eyebrows quickly and flirtatiously.
She smirked when he played right into her joke and shrugged. "Oh totally. I prefer chocolate to fruitiness any day of the week," she smirked a little.
"You know, I always had a theory about Angelina Jolie," she said, pointing her finger at nothing in particular. "She's totally a vampire, isn't she?" she asked with a joking grin. "Oh, and I forgot that you didn't spout curses at me when I punched you. Another kind of important hint."
She laughed when he called her Miss Marple. "You weren't that hard to spot." In all seriousness, the flash of fang should have scared her, but it didn't. He had a nice smile, and he hadn't gotten all judgmental on her, why should she judge him?
A noise outside, a tumble followed by a crash, and she instinctively turned her head toward the window, strengthening her illusion. Through their side, she could see the hunters setting up a tent to camp out there. Great. They were stuck there overnight. "They won't be able to see us, by the way. I'm illusioning the window to make it look dirty on the inside, and impossible to see through from the outside..." she reassured him.