"Then I could take out some of these hypothetical vampires for you."
He cringed slightly. "I've had a fist impact on my face enough to know what blood tastes like and it certainly isn't sexy," he stated. "I never got the attraction thing. Or how they're even entertaining. Fictionally talking here." Which was quickly becoming complicated by her belief and his disbelief to distinguish between the two.
"The only thing cool about the supernatural is the chilling ghost stories." He grinned like a little boy. "Now those are cool."
Booth weighed her comment in his head. "Well, some are," he replied and left it at that, grasping quickly for the next subject. "What do you mean - ooh, ATM machine!" A little nervous at what he might find out, Booth took off on a lope down the street towards the corner general store, the sign declaring there was an ATM inside.