"For him, yes, but it's your name, too." It was a simply fact as far as she was concerned. Hannibal Lecter was fixed in that name, even if this one was a sweet man who had nothing but good intentions. Pam didn't think that was the case though. There was something to both men, young and older. As an observer of the human condition, the petite vampire did notice things now and then.
"We are..." The blond went quiet, distant perhaps. She stood perfectly still as if she weren't there at all. "Something else." A small twitch in her lips, just the hint of a smile. She could smile and did, but she didn't feel like doing so at the moment.
"There is a slight difficulty in naming it. We've met a few times; we do not mind each other's company. Yet, I would not call him friend nor acquaintance. We have mutual interests as well as mutual friends. Perhaps we are mutual." There was the hint of smile again. Yes, she was a strange vampire in her humor.
"You are sartorially inclined?" He was well dressed himself. She didn't think either Hannibal would be unimpressive in his attire, even if they had dressed down. They were in their bodies well enough that their clothes became extensions of an inner style, not covers to keep them decent.