"I'm a vampire my darling girl," It's snorted out between the most malicious bout of breathy laughter imaginable, light and lilting, his heels dug in so that they don't actually go right across the edge into the figurative— or perhaps literal— abyss. "As you said, I'll just turn into a bat and flutter away."

He moves to lift his hand to make a sort of fluttering gesture—

And the shift in balance has him immediately relenting, grabbing hold of her middle once more.

Right. Too much.