"Well, it's all the same really, isn't it?" She shrugged, her lower lip resting between her teeth as she watched him. He was so different like this. She didn't like it. God, what had she done? And how could she get out of it now?
"I'm an entertainment piece now. Great. Just wanted I always wanted to be when I grow up." The sarcasm was a defense mechanism, a weak and futile attempt to hide the fear that they both knew he could sense anyway. "Wouldn't it be kind of stupid of me not to be scared?" She wanted to look away, but something about his gaze was hard to break. Be it fear or fascination at the differences she'd never really seen up close and personally until recently, she couldn't quite be sure. "I miss being my world's kind of vampire," she admitted, but made sure to be specific because by no means did she want him to take the basic admission and run with it. She didn't dignify the last part with an answer, though. He knew. He was just being twisted and wanted her to admit it and dammit if she could have at least one single ounce of control, she would take it.