"Might not need to. I'm an excellent shot," he stated then asked, "Theoretically still talking, what does a gunshot to the head does what to a vampire?" He still wasn't ready to believe but innocent, well not quite innocent but odd, questions couldn't hurt.
"No, I wouldn't hit you but if you were to attack me, I would deflect and defend against your blows. I'm not letting you beat me up because you're a girl. Now if you try to kill me, I might have to strike. It's a survival thing I'm sure you understand," he explained, waving a hand at her. "But no, if I could avoid it, I definitely would not hit you. I hate guys who do that, a lot." He returned her smile with one of his own before facing forward again.
"Oh yeah, your husband. Well, maybe not. It'd be bad form to kill someone like me unless he wants to be taken down, mafia kingpin that he is," he chuckled. "Let's just get to tonight first. And I'll spring for a room service dinner." Once again, something they had to get to first. "And a computer room with internet possibly. Or close to a cafe."
"So I never asked. Where were you previous to ending up in LA?"