"Oh." A faint blush erupted on her cheeks, and Willow tried in vain to fight it back. I consider it friendly in an unfriendly place. He was right. This wasn't the most friendly place. But a lifetime spent in Sunnydale could put any girl on her toes.
The bow surprised her a bit, but surprise was knocked aside in favor of jaw-dropping shock when he said his name. "Lestat? The Lestat? Like the Dracula, but Lestat instead?"
A brief pause, and then, just as incredulous, "And you want to have coffee with me?"