Amethystia giggled. "Simon. It's a nice name." Feeling her mind starting to go a little fuzzy, she frowned. Filtered through her head looking for anything to do with a Simon. Not the chipmunk. Not the 60s band. Simon Tepes, there. Eleven years old... Vampire, and incubus? Oh well. Even though most of that charm probably came from his incubus blood, she was still undeniably attracted to him.
"That doesn't change anything, Simon. You're still terribly attractive, and sweet, and kind." But she was a little scared, just the tiniest bit scared.