Did he just say courted? Rasmus glanced around just to make sure he hadn't fallen through a temporal portal and woken up in the middle of the 18th century. Courted! Indeed! Wouldn't that be a miracle in this modern digital age of Tinder hookups and decades-long cat fishing?
Rasmus snorted.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I'll have you know I've made overtures with some very exquisite people in my time. Clearly it's my gallant charm and irresistible allure that leaves them singularly besotted."
Cue that pompous hair flip.
"Yeah, but why would you want to be a pig? And, for the record, there's nothing wrong with going as a good classic. As long as you do it properly. Besides, everyone loves a vampire. Vampires get all of the attention. They've got that seductive creature of the night thing going on. Apparently it never gets old."
Rasmus chewed on his middle fingernail. Of course, he wouldn't be caught dead in any of these dimestore costumes. But he was over-the-top. He was an actor. If he was going to wear a costume then it would be one of considerable quality. And weighted fabric.
"Why would you want to be someone else? You're cool. You're hip to that groove thing."
He paused.
"Maybe you should go as a turnip. That's original."