"I could track you better than a bloodhound," Selene replied with a laugh. "And while I don't eat neighbors, thieves don't get the same courtesy."
She headed over to the kitchen to make up a plate and put it in the microwave. While the food heated, she set a place at the counter. "Coffee, tea, beer, wine, something stronger?"
"Help me out here." One eyebrow was up again. "English isn't my native language. That means it's good?"