"You don't realize how scary he is!" Vicki exclaimed to Henry as she paced back and forth.
"He's not a demon Victoria," Henry stated as a matter of fact.
"He might as well be with all those needles and drills…" Vicki shuddered.
Henry just laughed.
"It thoroughly shocks me that demon slaying Victoria Nelson is afraid of the dentist."
Vicki glared at him.
"When was the last time you had a cavity filled in one of your fangs?"
"Never," Henry proudly said, "because for one, I brush my teeth better than you do…"
Vicki began to protest, but Henry silenced her with a finger gently over her mouth.
"And second, I have an excellent dentist who is attuned to my special needs."
"Huh, you mean she's turned on by the fact that you'll bite her afterward with your newly polished fangs?" Vicki said sarcastically.
"My dentist is a man."
"Oh…" Vicki drew out, "well for your information, I brush my teeth just fine!"
"No, you don't," Henry chuckled.
"I do so," Vicki whined.
"I've seen you a couple of times. You don't brush for long enough. You need to brush for at least two minutes. You're usually in a rush and brush for a minute."
"So I should let guilty men go free in order to brush my teeth better?"
"Oh Vicki, don't be so dramatic. Also, you need to brush up and down, not side to side."
"I'm so very sorry Dr. Fitzroy," Vicki said as she rolled her eyes, "How do you know so much about the field of dentistry?"
"I saw a dentist for a while a couple of years ago…"
"By that I think you mean you chowed down on a dentist for a while a couple of years back, right?"
"Hey, a vampire's got to eat."