[After some thought, he decides to take it as a compliment that he's recognizable. That seems like a good thing. He doesn't want to annoy her, at least not without meaning to.]

[But then, of course, she lies down, and he's briefly mystified. She's really very big — not that he'd say that — and majestic, which he also wouldn't say, because he's pretty sure she wouldn't take it the way he means it. The temptation to pat her on the nose is powerful. He doesn't.]

There's nothing practical about a vampire.

[His mouth twists, one long canine poking out as it does.]

. . . I think it's less what I asked her for and more, eh, that I tried to haggle, perhaps? [He's got the good sense to look shamefaced about it.]