Mark shook his head, and the guys behind him couldn’t suppress their stupid grins like they were a bunch of college kids and not full-grown vampires.
"That is a very angry looking Lady.” Raymond, one of Samson's friends pointed at the furious woman next to Samson. “Although I don't know why that is so since the both of you were just making out a few seconds ago. I think she's about to kill you from the look in her eyes. I’d start groveling right now if I were you.”
Good advice. Samson thought and he winced inwardly.
“Happy Birthday,” Mark, said. If he was trying to diffuse the situation, he’d have to work harder at it, because it sure wasn’t working. The situation was very awkward, and the Lady was still staring a angrily at him. Boy, , if looks could kill, Samson was sure that he would be dead by now. He couldn't blame her for glaring at him like that, he deserved it.