It's probably just as well; his collection and expertise would be foreign enough to her ears that she wouldn't find either very impressive. Besides, everyone knows that vampires aren't real.

Without turning around, she lifts a hand in a sarcastic little wave. Then she lowers it and claps it against her leg, encouraging the Quarkbeast to follow her. The beast glances over its shoulder at Peter, as if to make sure that he's not going to throw any more treats its way, then reluctantly follows.