It had been shallow enough that Rogue had thought it was more a tease than an invitation, and calling it such had been meant to tease back. Even if she'd thought he was sincere, and known that he just wanted some company, she probably would have passed. Despite her currant attempts at 'being her real self' it was deeply ingrained in her that people were better off when she wasn't around. Minimal initial contact was acceptable, but more than that? It had to be weighed carefully.

To her dubious credit, it didn't occur to her to wonder if the same rules applied to other monsters. She'd meant it when she said she'd rather deal with the Spike-in-person; she didn't know if what she remembered from TV reflected his reality. She knew he'd had a perfect opportunity to try and take a bite out of her and didn't take it, and that he'd warned her up front he was a vampire. And. She knew what she was.

"I try ta keep it to one or two New Feathers a cycle. It gets-" horrifying, telling them this over and over again, and then forcing herself to walk away- "old after a bit."