Faith did not like that smirk. It was, playful. She wasn't in a playful mood. Someone had knocked her ass out, then drug her somewhere else to play with. Again, not something she was interested in. Even if the vamp was hot. Vampires were always hot, until they got bumpy and yellow eyed. Then they just got dead.
The sauntering closer, and yes it was sauntering, only put her guard up. It was deliberate and careful, which meant he wasn't stupid. Pity, stupid went fast. Smart was a pain. So she kept her position, though her weight shifted slightly, one foot slightly behind the other to brace herself. The thing was, he didn't look familiar. She might not have gotten real friendly with the vampire that had ambushed her, but she knew faces, and clothes. The ones she ran into were rejects from the 80s. If that. He, didn't look at all like them. Her brow twitched, half curious, but not enough to let down her guard. "Sentiment? Damn, either you're older than you look or you've read way too much Twilight."
She hated those books. With a passion. Her shoulders relaxed slightly when she realized, she didn't feel any other vamps. Nope, just him. "Something tells me you do your best work in the dark. So let's cut the shit. If you aren't one of the vamps I was working my way through in the cemetery, and I'm gonna go with not how I got dragged down this alley, how the hell did you get here? And why?"