Ch. 4
"Good…" Angelus' lip curled on the right side into a crooked grin. "That means your legal…"
"No… that means I'm eighteen." She huffed. "And besides that, not that I would, but if I did do, anything, with you… it probably wouldn't be legal… I mean, an eighteen year old and a two-hundred and fifty year old? I'm pretty sure that's not only illegal, but just plain wrong…" she crossed her arms smugly.
A low growl formed deep in his chest. "I'm only two-hundred and forty-two… years old… but I have the body of a nineteen year old." He curled his pointer finger under her chin, and forced her to look at him. "Wanna take me for a spin… to try me out? You know…" he chuckled, "try… before you buy?"
"Oh I can already tell you you're a nineteen year old boy. You have a cocky attitude; brain stuck without blood flow because it's somewhere else that it won't even be used, unless it's by your hand, and wants any woman who walks by with a vagina… Yep, sounds like a nineteen year old to me." She was pissed now.
Good.