He spun her around- finally someone appreciative of him! He grinned through his laytex mask.
"Deadpool's the name, mercenary's the game." He said, dipping her on cue to his imaginary music. "A vamp, eh? Sorry about your ugly buddies there, lady. They were really messin' up my groove."
He didn't really care about vampires one way or the other. If they attacked them, he attacked back. Code of the merc... or something like that.
"Nobody messes up my groove. Not even Stella." He chirped in an obscure reference, while continuing his ballroom dance around the street.