“Firstly, because it is cold.” He reached out to pull the sleeping bag off the floor; he wrapped it around me like a blanket. “Wrong,” I said. “First, because you are bizarrely moral for a vampire.” He chuckled. “All right, I’ll give you that. The cold is second. And thirdly… well, you do actually stink, love.” He wrinkled his nose. I sighed.
He’s fucking funny!!!!
