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He wasn't sure how to feel about knowing the fact this hit woman had been looking for him, then again if she had found him when she had looked for him, he probably would of attacked her, at least the mark on his arm wouldn't be stopping him from doing so at that time. At least he had a better name to call her, not as good as bloodsucker but better then the French name engraved on his arm. At least his rendition of events of the past seem to make her repulse a little that was a plus, she could think all she wanted that he was bragging but it was merely to try and get her to squirm. His darker days he preferred to not talk much about at the little act of remembering titles probably was the only thing he would tell Trixy about. He took notice of how she pronounced Englishman, it hinted at a venomous undertone. [i]So Frenchy doesn't like the English, who the hell decides these soulmate things because they missed the mark big time here, [/i]he thought to himself.

"Oh I wouldn't be afraid of the devil, after all I was kicked out of hell for being to much trouble for him to even handle," He said. He would at least give one piece of credit to Trixy is that she seemed to know how to flaunt what she had. Again he took to heart that it was a shame she was on the opposite end of the spectrum of him. When she asked to see his arm he gave it a thought for a second wondering if it would be smart but then again with neither being able to seem to kill each other despite showing at least some signs they would of much preferred to do so, he didn't think he would have to worry to much on loosing his arm, but he would prefer a compromise over being so willing for a vampire.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said his arm ready to be outstretched to her as long as she let him see if truly was his name. He had dug through his family line and knew that there were no Whitlocks living in the modern day, he had some great great ancestors, mostly cousins or nephews or nieces but they were partially removed and under a different surname. The closest he had ever found where called Whittlocks and that wasn't even their original surname, it was some unpronounceable German name and he knew of no German blood in him. So he could only pray that was how it was spelt on her arm and that this was somehow some big misunderstanding. His life wasn't perfect but he would prefer to going back to living day by day rather then living in a personal hell.