"Interesting. The biters are only stories in our world, but I'm sure we would have enjoyed having a Van Helsing of our own." His grin grew lopsided and wiggled an eyebrow to her. "Sounds like good times to me."
He looked about, looking to see if it would just pop up. It also meant he could enjoy listening to her bells dance and sing softly. "Oui, some good ol' cajun, though plenty of these places look good themselves."