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Human. He was human. That was... unexpected. He had to be wearing caps. The big phony.
I took the next step, moving closer to him. "Well, your boss might not like tricks, but you certainly do."
A touch of fear lit his eyes. His mouth pinched closed, and his tongue made a none-too-subtle path over his teeth, pushing his lips out in a long sweep. Then his shoulders dipped as if he were relieved to discover his disguise still intact.
"You're not really my type, honey." His lips curled back, stretching his mouth into a deeper sneer than before. The fang-check had given him an extra dose of confidence. "You're gonna turn around, nice and slow--"
"Or what?" I laughed. "Are you going to bite me with your fancy dentures?"
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