The truth is not exactly something Laszlo usually trades in, but he usually doesn't deal with witches, either. He's already spun up about three different lies in his head, but none of them are frankly very good—you dropped your wallet won't work if he can't actually produce one—so he decides to wager on their mutual kinship as creatures of dark power.

He still turns on his charm, though, because that just happens automatically.

"I was preparing to kill you," he says lightly, his fangs flashing in the moonlight as he smiles; it's kind of funny when you think about it. He assumes she's already clocked him as a vampire, so he doesn't explain further.

"Of course, I didn't know at the time that you are what it is that you are. Mea culpa. I do apologize for the confusion."