She wishes her gift was to read the minds of others. If it was, she would have known that he was questioning her motives and she might have been able to assure him that there was no trickery to her giggles. They were simple giggles, something timeless and beautiful. Unlike most of her own kind, she was no vicious...she was no animal. She was a woman foremost and a vampire second. If Amelia had had it her way, she wouldn't have been turned at all. But when she was so near to death, her friend had no choice but to turn her in order to keep her alive. It wasn't that great of a life, but she lived it anyway, always feeling that there was something in life she was missing.

She tells him that she was here alone, not holding that seat for another. His words make her want to turn her pretty face into a frown, but she refrains. She wished the vision of a vampire wasn't a blood sucking serial killer. She didn't think of herself like that. Then again, maybe she was the exception to the rule. She respected those that fed her. They were given freedom, a warm bed, and a monetary stipend for their services. She treated all creatures with respect and it was a shame there weren't more that did the same. "I assure you, you won't be harmed in my company. I respect the lives of all creatures. Even if I was with someone, I would expect him or her to act the same." Amelia was an odd one, it seemed, but hopefully it made him relax a little in his seat. She could see how tense his body was and she wished he would just relax. She understood that he was surrounded by vampires, but if he was that worked up, maybe he should consider leaving. He was going to give himself heart palpitations.

Once again, a smile is brought to her lips as he comments on her drink choice: classy. Well, Amelia was a rather classy woman. "Thank you, I consider myself a classy woman." There were a lot of things about Amelia that was non-traditional, but that was another conversation for another time. Right now, classy seemed like a great adjective. Once her drink arrived, she sipped on the liquid, feeling it warm her otherwise cool skin. While enjoying her wine, he speaks of Amelia Earhart and she smiles. "She was an amazing woman and a true beacon for feminism. I enjoyed the friendship I had with her." He was trying so hard to be calm, cool, and collected and he was failing miserably. It was cute. It made him all the more attractive. If he wasn't carrying a weapon (oh yes, Amelia saw how he touched his back ever so subtly), she might even consider going home with him tonight.

Amelia tries to change the subject, asking why he was here alone tonight. There had to be a reason that he would walk into a crowded vampire bar by himself. His words made her giggle once more. He truly was a wandering soul. Probably not the best place to wander into, but it was his life he was endangering. "You made an interesting choice in place to wander into." Maybe he was just stupid, or one of those looking for trouble. Well, he would be thoroughly disappointed because she was not one to start drama. "Just people watching, myself. I enjoy watching others. Gives me insight into their personal lives that they try to keep secret. Like that man there..." She points to a gentleman dressed to the nines at the bar. He was trying to buy a young woman a drink but trying a little too hard. Amelia noticed the ring impression on his finger. "...he's married, but trying to pick up that woman." She gave Troy a wink before she went back to looking at the man. He didn't appear to have many moves in his repertoire. He's out of practice and it causes Amelia to almost smirk at his attempt.