39 Taste in the carriage

He wouldn't dare… Mallory quietly glared at him. Seeing him lean forward, her eyes widened. He definitely would!

As she slipped off her shoe, she questioned him, "Don't you come from a time when men didn't frivolously touch women?"

"Out of all the things I just said, when did you hear me say I want to touch you frivolously?" Hadeon arched an eyebrow, his voice rich with teasing undertones. "Rest assured, I will handle it with the utmost care," he added, his grin broadening mischievously. 

Mallory felt a flush of heat race up her neck, frustrated by his twisting of her words. Bringing her foot forward, she said, "Here."

"Monkey," Hadeon murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I meant your other foot—the one that's bleeding. What are you afraid of? I'm not going to devour you."

Damn his vampire senses, Mallory cursed him. She then replied, "Master Hades, you are a vampire." 

"Pureblooded vampire," Hadeon corrected with a smirk.