"Or perhaps you simply don't attack until you've got further proof. Either way, you have a war on your hands, do you not?" The petite vampire watched the woman, the hero.
"He's not my type." It was a simple comment. It could have meant many things, but for now, it answered Dinah's question. More or less. Pam even affected a shrug, a very decent one.
"You can still try asking him," she stepped to the side, motioning for the heroine to follow the moron hunter. "But, he may not remember anything. Then again, he may not at all understand the question."