"You'll also find that smart comments may get you hit." Pam didn't say who might hit him; it simply was. She looked around at the ruined bar; it hurt to look at it, all that work lost in cheap wood paneling and bad vinyl.
"Or killed." The petite vampire probably had seen a young vampire sent to final death for mouthing off to the wrong person. There were probably times the only reason she wasn't dead now was that her maker cared for dearly, and he could be damn scary when someone he cared for was injured or threatened.
"You smell like human." Subject change, Pam was good at that. She moved quickly over the bar, holding him close so that she could lean in and smell his neck. "Very close human. Been around this one a while?"