She's not your type.
Since when do I have a type?

“Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.”

“Rachel, my itchy witch," Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. "We've tal…”

“Typical" Kisten said, his eyes dramatically sad. "Try to do something nice for …”

“My office is trashed,” he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and too…”