"I'm not exactly combat-ready. I know enough street fighting to take out a mugger or something, but the best I could do against one of those monsters is try to bite their kneecaps off."

Theresa pointed at the broad back of a sumo-sized demon when she said it, knowing that the rolls of fat likely hid a core of solid muscle. Dane's limited knowledge of other creatures meant she didn't have actual lore to go on. Weres were an exception, since even a lazy slob like her sire warned her against having any truck with them. She was, however, prepared not to hold Irish's status against him. He probably thought she smelled funny too. The fact that he hadn't attacked her on sight was a gold star in his favor.

"Can I ask, um, how come your heart's beating so much faster? I can hear your pulse, and it sounds like you're about to have a coronary."