She gave a cute little pout to him as he took hold of her wrist and let it down from his hair. "You're very grabby, it seems," she teased. She didn't answer his question, although the answer was pretty obvious.
She started referencing something he'd said a few moments ago. "We can keep our title, huh? Weeeell, I'm still wondering about the sash and the tiara. They never give us that. And I? I look damn good in a tiara. I was the damn fiesta queen. And no 'guy demon hunter' wants some babbling, ex-fiesta queen who gets blood on all of her good clothes, and critiques action movies for their lack of accuracy. I mean, seriously - half the time they get jealous because I can overpower them. Which isn't my fault - or theirs, this is mystical business!"
She sighed deeply. "And that goes especially for that military guys. They're all macho and they just want girls to be...pretty, tall, bimbos in heels." Now it was her time to roll her eyes.
"And don't deny that. Don't try to be all 'oh I'm different, I'm sensitive yet badass and I care about a person's soul. I bet that vampire you came onto was ...tall, in heels. And boobs - big ones. Had those, too, I bet."