he climbs out of the car , walking with easy , long-legged grace round to my side to open the door , ever the gentleman - except perhaps in rare , precious moments in elevators . and his fangs snapped out , sharp and white . she nodded again , unsure how she would get there but not prepared to let kim worry about that . but sometimes , out of a sense of friendship , i let toby win . `` the oncoming traffic seems to be getting mighty thin up ahead . '' 