Demi waved a hand languidly, as if to brush aside the idea that she'd be bored in Scarlet Oak. "Au contraire," she asserted. "I daresay I'd have to go to Afghanistan to find as much entertainment as I have here. Have you seen this town? It's a hotbed of supernatural activity, and most of it is just the sort of tragedy-inducing chaos that we love. I daresay I could have something on nearly everyone in this town with a few weeks of dedicated work." Her smile was smug, self-satisfied. "Lucky for all of them, I prefer to pick and choose my opportunities." And Scarlet Oak had running water, which was probably a step up over Afghanistan. Demi had lived without indoor plumbing out of necessity and saw no reason to do so now for the sake of harassing some soldiers.
"What about you?" she asked, wondering if he'd dodged the original question on purpose. "I never pictured you solely as a desperate housewives type. Don't tell me there's a whole layer of perversity running through this town that I've missed." She supposed there was some layer she hadn't yet penetrated, given her focus tended to be on the high school crowd; there were certainly enough vampires and other long-lived races in Scarlet Oak to make some sort of seedy establishment a high probability. "I'm working with a younger clientele these days, you know."