Selene remained calm, almost cold, and collected, but a small touch of sadness did come to her face. "Essentially correct, Mr. Holmes, although I wasn't aware we were counting coup. I might quibble with the word 'assassin'; I prefer soldier, although the two are sometimes equated. And you did leave out mother, grandmother, many times great grandmother, and Elder on the Vampire Council."
"Behind me? It is all part of who I am today." She could easily hear his heartbeat. Slow and steady. There was no scent of fear to his breath, to the pheromones all living things produce. He sat on the other side of the car, but was well within her attack range. He wants something from me. More likely needs something. He has shown a bit of the stick. Next comes the deal, and then most likely the carrot.
A quick smile came and went from her face, but it did not reach her eyes. "I prefer my drama on the stage or in the cinema. You confront the monster personally, yet exhibit no fear. You need something, have something to offer me. Do, please, continue. I may not be growing older, but you are. It would be a shame if you were to slip into senility in the midst of your little show. Assuming you haven't already, of course."