A startled expression crossed Glitch's face, but he didn't step back. He'd been...warned about vampires, much the same way one was warned about wild animals: they're around, they can hurt you, but only if you give them reason to. Theoretically that's what folks had said about headcases, but he had so many vague memories of getting hassled while he'd been minding his own business to believe that stuck. If only more people had looked past the zipper.

So he opted to look past the fangs. Thus far Levi (and his nice party, and his nifty fashion sense) had given him nothing to be afraid of, and the fangs thingy was actually kinda cool. So here, glampire, have the smile of a scientist who has just made a fascinating discovery.

"I haven't met a vampire yet," he said brightly. Okay he'd met Drusilla but she hadn't TOLD him she was a vampire so that didn't count. "I mean, well, I have now, but you're my first. Vampire. I...I guess that explains the blood at the bar."