She's tempted to snap back about her shades, but it's not worth the effort. He's a douche, her fashion sense isn't that bad, rude, go sit in the time out corner- oh, wait.

"Cheating is rude," says the vampire who decidedly scammed her way out of paying for bail. She's spent ages cultivating this level of casual hypocrisy, okay.

Aleks claiming a portion of her personal space is immediately taken into stride and used to deflect stares from the cops she didn't lure into a bite, treated as commonplace even if she really wants to snarl about it. He just wants his stuff back like a selfish brat, and it's easier to roll with it right now. But he better get off her arm when they get outside or so help her--

"I might need to take you up on that." Pride be damned. She can already feel the blood she snatched turning sour, eugh, what do they feed people around here. "These upstanding gentlemen aren't exactly my cup of tea, unfortunately."