She almost made a salacious joke, but she just gave him a smirk, to let him know what she was thinking, then touched the whip.

She was a little shocked it didn't hurt. She had figured it to be some kind of holy weapon, or at least naturally warded against vampires. But this was different. It felt... sentient, but not tormented, or angry. The warm sense of acceptance was possibly more unsettling, at least for her.

"Kinda weird she doesn't dislike me," she said, taking her hand off the weapon. "You'd think she'd disapprove of me, at least on principle."