Dude. I've been keeping a magic wand in my boot. You don't have the monopoly on secrets.

[It's her usual light, joking tone, but it's genuine. Being trusted like this... It's not something Alex is used to, but the instinct is there. She aches to comfort him, to make him feel as safe as he and Jason have always made her feel. Keeping one hand intertwined with his, she moves the other up to slowly touch the side of his face. To show him just how not-scared she is. A Russo is not so easily intimidated by fangs.]

And I don't give a crap about dangerous. That boat sailed awhile ago.