“Come on,” prodded Julian as he threw on top of the nearest table. “Don’t act like your fantasy isn’t two creatures of the night at once.”
“My what?” shouted.
“You know,” said Kale as he pinned down on his shoulders. “There’s something about this one that smells different. Almost sweeter.”
“I never much cared for bar food,” replied Julian. “But you’re right. Perhaps the old wives’ tales are true. There’s only one thing that tastes better when it comes to these mortals. Could it be?”
“A virgin?” asked Kale.
“No,” laughed Julian as he grabbed the collar of ’s shirt and ripped it clean off of him. “A witch.”