Vampires. Seriously, was that suppose to surprise him? Well, maybe the fact that she killed them did, but not that they existed. He had met Spike and the guy seemed alright enough. Probably wouldn't be in his best interest to tell her he'd met a vampire, then, would it?
One orange eyebrow lifted curiously. "Vampires... and demons. That's quite an undertaking for one of your age." His large hand flicked the ash away. "Tell me, lass, what sort of grudge could you possibly have toward such fantastical creatures and why pray tell is your criterion for what constitutes a demon?"
After all, modern Christian interpretations pegged the faery folk demonic. Somehow, leprechauns fit in there. Though they lacked both wings and the size associated with faeries. Sweeney preferred to find out if he was a potential target for the little misfit before any word of his own being were brought up.
Hmm. Cigarette wasn't lasting as long as he had hoped. He retrieved his pack, pulled another from it and brought it to his lips. However, rather than ask Mel for another light, he took the still lit butt of his previous smoke and held it's glowing end to the unlit cigarette. After some carefully choreographed puffing and positioned cigarettes, success. The second was lit and the first stamped out.