That's charitable, considering they almost burned through your hand.

[Maybe Hector's being a little hyperbolic, but he's still mortified about that, and feeling the rumble of Trevor's chuckles isn't helping. He frowns up at Trevor.]

Your bat self didn't laugh at me. No sass at all from him.

[Somehow, Hector knew Trevor wasn't going to let him live his monster-fucking down. Man, if he didn't love him, he'd probably spend most of his time absolutely infuriated with Trevor.

But he does, so he peels himself off of Trevor and slides the medallion around his neck.]

Hopefully this doesn't ward off all vampires. The least I can offer you is a drink.