He was amusing. Entertaining, even. Briefly, Darla thought about keeping him around for a while. Perhaps even turning him. Then he was dancing toward her and she was swept up in a ballroom dance that reminded her of days long since past.
"The name's Darla," she corrected him, grinning at the 'toots' nonetheless, "and you don't smell completely human. Interesting."
Laughing at his question, allowing him to lead in the dance as was per custom, she answered with a slightly disgusted look, "A slayer is a girl who is chosen to hunt vampires. Most of them die off fairly early and killing one is quite an accomplishment. Really, they're much more trouble than they're worth, though."
Smiling, she added, "Whereas you, on the other hand, seem to be about as unique as they come. I have to admit, I can appreciate that in someone. Even if they have a nasty habit of staking my kind."