Saoirse eyed his hand like touching him was going to be something horrible, or turn her into something worse than a vampire. A super mega vampire that fed on the souls, dreams, and puppies belonging to little children. "I stopped to help someone... turned out to be a starved, wounded vampire... he didn't know what he was doing," she explained. "By the time he was in control the only choices were let me die and stay that way, or... this. This was his choice. So I had to go away."
She had seen the dog - smelled it coming, even - but she did not feel the need to point that out. She knew the poor thing was probably miserable in here, though. Animals didn't like vampires much. "She's miserable, you brought her into a vampire bar. Half the people in here feel like a threat to her." God, dogs were fucking smart. "You need to be nicer to her before she decides to walk you into a wall." She did not mean to be joking with him. She did not need to be joking with him. She needed for him to be getting the fuck out of here. He came with too many reminders, too many unresolved situations. "How did you get here? Did you walk? Do you know how dangerous it is to walk Wrecker Road?"
So, apparently in the trend of ex-boyfriends coming to Heme, it was now impossible for them to leave without her lecturing them on safety. Wonderful.