"The man of your dreams, sugar. Or can't you tell?"
He took a final drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke drift gently from his mouth before tossing the butt into the gutter with a flick of his wrist. He surveyed her up and down. Well, she was hot. She definitely had that going for her. Her hotness was lessened, however, by the sharp thing he could see on her belt. His night vision was quite good, and he looked a little closer. Wait, was that a stake? Seriously? "Hands off the pointy thing. I'm not exactly Dracula."