After a moment or two, Sabriel finally let out a breath of relief. Thank you, whatever god was out there, this woman wasn't actually crazy. Or at least she got the hint that he wasn't really the Twilight character he happened to look like. He probably would have lost his shit sooner or later if she continued to assume he was Emmett. He wouldn't do anything, but he'd probably be moved to be less calm with her. He was at least speaking to her in an even, civil tone. He hadn't come to raising his voice and shaking her. It took a lot to ruffle his feathers, he thought.
"Sorry," Sabriel said with a shrug and a raising of his hands in a peaceful "surrendering" gesture. "It's just a guy can only take so many comparisons to a fake Twilight dude before he wants to bash his head in." Yeah, if she could ignore his protests that he wasn't Emmett Cullen, he was probably going to ignore the fact she said one day she'd meet him. Maybe she meant the actor or maybe some dude dressed up as him at one of those conventions or something. Did they have those for Twilight? Actually, he didn't want to know. That would just be a frightening image for him.