Once he stopped laughing, Willow felt the blood drain from her face. He was right. He was exactly right. Here she was, mouthing off to him in the way that Buffy handled things in Sunnydale. But this wasn't Sunnydale, he wasn't a typical Sunnydale vampire, and she sure as anything was not the Slayer.
She'd been insulting him? To his face?
She started trying to apologize, but a squeak came out instead.
After a moment, she picked up her cup and choked down a few mouthfuls of coffee. Her head felt a bit dizzy.
"You... you... think I'm interesting?" Her face was caught in disbelief. "You're Lestat de Lioncourt. Possibly the most immortal immortal of the immortals. And you think I'm interesting?"
She was nobody. Just a geeky girl from Sunnydale that dabbled in witchcraft.