Peter raised an eyebrow. "Oh, they don't? That's not how I recall it at all," he said, thinking back on all the times they'd talked about that night back home, worried planning when they'd feared Jerry's presence, the ghostly Ed who'd haunted her last fall... Maybe she had never reached the level of obsessive fear that he had, but he knew well the kind of effect vampires had on her. And he knew how hard it could be to look a friend in the face and see the kind of monster that haunted your darkest nightmares.
She looked quite determined, though, as she assured him she could kill him. He smirked at her again, taking another step closer to her. "Sure, you could. I just really wonder if you would." It didn't really need saying, the reasons why she wouldn't. She'd been turned human again herself by the blessed stake; she knew its power first hand. If she killed him, the human Peter she cared for was completely lost to her. Would she take that chance, he wondered, if it came down to it? To save herself, or someone else? What would it take drive her to that point, to make a killer of her?
He looked Amy up and down, remembering the morning in Vegas, following Charley into Jerry’s lair and finding her as a vampire. He remembered how she'd looked, all filthy and broken in her little white dress, like an abandoned doll. She’d been a killer then, but one like him. He wasn’t even sure if she’d killed anyone before having her humanity restored. He’d never really asked what had gone on before he and Charley came to play hero after dawn, leaving those events to Amy's discretion.
Now there was no such care to avoid painful subjects; it was simply further ammunition for him. Genuine curiosity blended with cruelty, and he had to ask. "I always wondered, did Jerry fuck you that night, those hours before Charley and I showed up? Because, fuck, the way he talks about you sometimes..." He gave a little growl and shook his head, eyes steady on her the whole time. "Not to mention the way you were all over each other before Charley decided to play fucking Human Torch. You would have fucked him gladly, if he told you to, wouldn’t you?"