"Fuck you, for your information, you are not God's gift to vampires!" She said, pulling on her pants. "I have no complaints with Doyle. He is doing better than most men I've encountered and most vampires." She gave a huff. "Just because you've had some obsession with me from the beginning does not mean you can take advantage of my drunkenness. And I'll have you know that tequila bestows amnesia to any who drink enough of it!"