"Do not turn this around on me," Saoirse warned, holding up a finger. "If anything, that makes it worse. You make me feel like shit for the choices I made or trying to protect you from the truth, and then you lie to me. Great fuckin' job, Neil. Very insightful." Yes, she was pissy, but not to the screaming or throwing things around danger area. And just to be very, very safe, she grabbed her cup and started sipping down her blood. I am not going to get up and smack some sense into the boy. I'm not.
She forced herself to keep quiet and let him talk, but even though she knew he was being at least more truthful now, something still didn't sit quite right. "Why does it bug you?" she asked. "If you are working with vampires... well, big deal, right? Unless of course, you did something illegal or screwed one of them over." Oh yes. Pointed statement was pointed, and paired with an equally pointed stare.