"You're starting to piss me off now. Hannibal King, that's your name. You know the one that every teases you about and asks you if you want some liver with fava beans and chianti. You got amnesia or something or are you just being an ass?"
She wiped at her eyes, at least he was here, that was all that was important.
"No, you obviously don't have amnesia or you wouldn't be killing vampires. Though I've never seen you do the flamenco over ashes.. is this what you do when you hunt alone? Because really, it's a little odd."