She wasn't surprised. She was surprised that he didn't try to bullshit her and feed her some line to detract attention from himself. Hell, she was even a little bit impressed.
When he pushed back against her she grinned into the kiss before the need for air made her pull back.
"I honestly hadn't decided," she smirked. "I'm sure I can find a way to turn this to my advantage."
A cult of vampires. Who worshipped her and would do her bidding whenever she wanted. Because she knew those few in there were just the beginning. The Dark Slayer. A part of her was getting a buzz from that. Another part of her was getting a bigger buzz from the sight of his fangs, remembering the thrill of being bitten.
Then he called her that.
She hit him, hard, across the face.
"Don't call me that, don't ever call me that. Only he ever gets to call me that."
She cut off any retort from him with another kiss, running her tongue over his fangs. Her heart sped up at the feel of them and the craving for that thrill again grew.
Fuck.
She pulled back, just a fraction, dark eyes meeting his.
"Bite me."
The words were barely above a whisper, but she knew they wouldn't need to be for him to hear them. She tilted her head slightly, showing her neck and the bite marks already there, and granting him access.