She rolled her eyes. What else could she do? Happy to take the blame, indeed. It was difficult to stick it to the vampire when he took such wicked delight in being a whipping boy. It was a rhythm that always escaped her until she sank right back into old habits.

But old habits were dangerous habits. She wanted to avoid those for as long as possible.

Especially with how unwholesome he was making that yogurt look.

"You and me?" She didn't bat a lid. "We're not the hugging type. Besides, I'm well aware of your...not...being...dead...again. And plenty more, besides. So? Hah."