"I'm guessing the sun isn't great for you," he murmured, head tilting to the side, almost resting his cheek on his shoulder as he looked at her. It was a guess, but it was a pretty good one judging by how quickly her skin had darkened. That, and the folklore. Which he knew fine well could be bullshit, but there was usually a kernel of truth in there somewhere.
Aaaaand then there was that little bombshell. She could read minds. Had probably read his. Could have used it to manipulate him.
"Can you read anyone's?" He was curious now. Had she read his mind when he was a wolf? Because he had been thinking some unkind things about her at first, he wasn't ashamed to admit. He leant forward, elbows braced on his knees, his hands clasped loosely together. "Is that an upir thing or a you thing?"