Harold raised an eyebrow as Gillian came upstairs*, ready to go out. “Are you wearing that?” he said. “It’s a bit of a plunging neckline, isn’t it?”
“I’m a vampire, Harold. I have certain appearances to keep up. Where do think the noun ‘vamp’ came from?” She looked down at her cleavage. “Too revealing?”
“Too much?” Harold grinned. “Don’t stand next to anyone sitting down; you’ll have their eyes out.”
“Do you want me to change?”
“No! One look at you and the Tories will repeal the obscenity laws.”
*The equivalent of ‘coming downstairs’ if you live in a crypt.