Amelia would have been glad that she hadn't shared her eating habits with him because he might have misunderstood her. Those bags that some get from the hospital...those come from live humans. Amelia gets her blood in the same manner, her donors donate the blood and it is stored in a giant freezer to be drawn upon and drank when she needed. She NEVER bit anyone â€" she hadn't in hundreds of years. The only difference between the blood in her freezer and the blood in the freezers of the hospitals is that she knows where her blood comes from. Amelia liked to know that her donors were well cared for. But she knows better than to bring this up to Tory. She knows he doesn't like her species so she's not about to mess up their beautiful evening by talking about her eating habits. That would surely kill the mood.

Amelia liked to think that she had friends everywhere. She knew a few that would probably not be friends much longer, because of their eagerness to kill her or those she hung with. But for the most part, Amelia was easy to get along with and even easier to befriend. She had no mean bone in her body and most people like that about her. She made people feel comfortable and at ease...especially when they knew she wasn't about to suck their blood straight from their throats. There was something freeing about that realization. "There's already so much hate in this world...I just feel like hating one species or another just adds to the problem, not corrects it. So I choose to accept everyone. It's a choice...one that some don't want to make." While she wished that everyone could be kind to one another, she was not naïve enough to think that one day the world would think as she thought. No, she understood the world would never change...she just chose to be different. No harm in that.

When she asks for his number, she smiles when he reaches into his pocket and hands her his phone. She takes it, opening up his contact list and adding her number. She sends a text message to herself so she will have his number already on her phone. She hads the phone back to him."Oh I know...you are thoroughly distracted enough." She knows her dress is a little risqué, but it doesn't bother her. She likes the attention. It's been awhile since someone has looked at her lustfully. She's a girl...she has needs too.

She brings up the stake that she suspects is in the back of his pants and his comment has her nearly rolling with laughter. It felt nice to lose herself with someone. It had been awhile since she had laughed this hard in the company of another. "But what's the fun in that? You didn't warn me that you would undress me with your eyes. What if I wanted to enjoy that too?" That was another can of worms that could be opened when the time came. Her feelings about what should happen tonight were open.

He asks how much further and she points just down the street. "Right there, on the corner. Just pull up and we'll have a valet park your car for you." He might not like the idea of his car being parked for him, but there was no parking lot for this restaurant. There was, however, a private underground garage that the patrons' cars would all be parked.