The vampire's eyebrow arched. Forgiveness was not something that resided in her personal wheel house. However, it was not that she could not understand. It was more like she wished fervently that hunters realized more readily the benefits of trusting someone... something... like her.
She smiled, very slightly.
"When I met Dean," Phaedra began, "he refused to believe I was on his side. He flung a lot of words around about how there are no good vampires, and how the man I was sent to York to protect was sure to wake up with puncture wounds."
This is the point where a human would sigh. Phaedra was silent and still.
"I flung him around my front yard in return. He started it. But the funny thing is, after that, he trusted me more. And then a little more when I saved Sam. And a little more and a little more... I prefer to gain trust without smacking people into oblivion whenever possible. It's more tiring than it looks."