As the vampire stood stock-still before the Literal Kaiju Battle (tm) taking place in front of him, Heather yanked as hard as she could on the line before letting go of it.

And just to prove she meant business (actually, the heat of the moment was getting the better of her), she lifted her giant meaty hands and ripped the stupidly-small vest that was still on her off. And roared. With every ounce of force and spittle she had.

BWOOAAAARHRHGHGGH NO ONE DOES WEIRD SEDUCEY MAGIC ON PEOPLE ON HEATHER'S WATCH, FISHBITCH!