Sam gave a slight smile. "I've gotten a lot of weird looks," he said. "And mutters, but nobody's actually dared to say anything to my face. Yet," he added wryly. He had either glowered or for the most part outright ignored everyone that had glanced his way, with the ease of long practice he'd acquired in ignoring his fans when they saw him on the street.
It was just as well. He knew what they'd say, and propositions were among the least of his worries. "I already got the speech about how I'm not so different from a vampire from Edward Cullen, so they can't say anything that'd shock me anyway."