Still, as might be expected, Asphodel's nose crinkled in distaste. Spitting on him! The vampire didn't have to say anything to make her displeasure known, her pursed-lipped expression conveying all of her thoughts on the matter in face of his smirk.
“That's not quite no holds barred, is it?” she replied, snidely pedantic, but letting an amused smirk slide across her red lips. The whole suggestion was unexpected, but oddly exciting enough to get her heart thumping twice in one minute She ought not feel so intrigued. After all, this was a Crowhurst. What vampire crossed swords with a vampire hunter for fun? Her, apparently.
Folding her hands behind her back, Asphodel stepped out from behind the training dummy, eyes now on Theo as she strolled toward him. She didn't approach him directly, instead starting in a vaguely predatory circle around him while they discussed. “But in that vein, I'd thank you not to blast me with sunlight.”