"Yeah, well, I can't help it, they just love to hate me," she said, wiggling her hips and shoulders a little as if to emphasize the obvious reasons. Then again, there were the ones like Sam Winchester who couldn't see the package for the demon wrapped up inside.
"Clyde Bailey," she said, rolling the name off her tongue like it was Irish cream. "Is a mechanic from Louisiana, and host to one Montgomery Scott of the USS Enterprise. A generally nice guy--with a bit of a big brother complex--who just happens to have a thing for fast cars and witchy women. You know. Things that are bad for him."