"Whoa, I can protect myself just fine. But I know plenty of women who don't seem to need any protection either." One standing right in front of him, the other trying to make logical sense of an illogical place. He might've been amused by that if it wasn't for the fact that he was desperately wishing she'd find a way out for them.
"I tried pondering the eternal question of the chicken or the egg but I got bored." He brightened as she mentioned knowing a good place. "I will even buy you a piece of you point me in the direction. I used to know a place but I have no idea where the hell in this city it is anymore." Booth threw up his hands in exasperation.
With a slight amount of pride, he tugged on the collar of his t-shirt to show her the healing, slightly ragged teeth marks. So using the vamps momentum to toss him off hadn't been the best idea with a pair of fangs sunk into his shoulder but he was alive with a new scar as opposed to dead, or more horrifying a thought, undead. "I kicked his ass. After he threw me in the garbage," Booth amended. "You've got enough on your plate as it is. Wouldn't want to add to that."