Micha shrugged as he opened the trunk setting the groceries down and taking the ones in Vivian's hands. "There's not much to it. Supernaturals like to see themselves as the dominate species so we pretty much kiddnap humans. There are rules, if these rules are broken there are consequences. Some which end in death." Micha realized he was yelling. "Listen," he spoke softer but still in a hard tone. "You don't understand that the things here don't want you for your looks they want you because you'd be a trophy to them. A social status. And that's only if you don't get stuck with a vampire who would use you as a human blood bag. I didn't mean to objectify you, I did it because if I didn't you would be up for grabs. It's best if everyone knows that you are mine." Micha shut the trunk and aproached his car door.