Of the looks that Hal was familiar with receiving regarding his status of being, that ...wasn't one of them. Humans, rightly, when they really understood what he was had generally been directly on the other end of his teeth, and he'd relished the absolute terror they felt. In its own way it was as satisfying as blood. Weres, of course, who could hold their own, looked with revulsion, and these days Hal generally agreed with them. At home he'd been holding onto the idea of prophecy, that baby Ever really was the child of legend who would bring an end to all vampires.

So what he did with a look like that, he wasn't sure. He was marginally distracted by freezing up and then allowing a modicum relaxation when she didn't poke him, but not distracted enough not to respond. "Have I said something funny?"

Not funny-haha, although of course his brilliant joke could have been that.