The night lights up, and there's the sound of siren. A cop knocks on the door, and Sookie quietly tells Bill to let her do the talking. This is her world, the daytime world, and she knows the rules. The cop flashes his lights around the inside of the car, and she explains they're coming home from a date. "Uh huh. We were raiding a bar not too far from here, y'all coming from there by any chance? It's called Fantasia. That ring any bells?" His voice gets meaner. He's the king of this world. "How about you, son? You seem awful quiet. Don't you talk?" Bill doesn't look up, resentful and offended. "I'm a man of few words." The cop is condescending; Sookie watches Bill and worries. The cop asks to shine his light on her neck, and Bill's fangs come out; she pulls her hair back.
"Why don't you ask her if you can shine it between her legs?" asks Bill, a Tara Thornton move if ever there were one. The cop's incensed; Sookie hisses Bill's name warningly, and covers her neck up quick. "Vampires sometimes like to feed from the femoral artery. The blood flows more freely down there, so one doesn't have to suck as hard." He turns his face into the light, game face on: "Or so I've been told." What is with Bill and Sookie's groin? ...Oh, right.
The cop aims his gun in Bill's face, and Bill looks deeply into his eyes. The sound of a rattle plays out across the landscape, and before you know it, it's done. "I like your gun," Bill says seductively. "It's a beautiful weapon." The cop thanks him, and hands it over at Bill's request. Sookie tells Bill to cut it out, but we're not in the daytime world anymore.
They were the kings of this world. For centuries. They took what they wanted. They were adored, in the shadows, and they ruled the night. It's not as simple as Tru Blood, it's not even as simple as sex: it's taking a full-grown man and calling him a child just to expect that your authority means anything. It's insult, on insult, and it ends now.
"It's heavier than I imagined," Bill says, drinking him in. "Is it loaded?" The cop looks at him, fascinated in the eldest sense. Sookie informs him quietly that he is freaking her out, but he can't look away. Neither of them can. Bill points the officer's gun at him. "Now, you listen to me, officer. I do not take kindly to you shining your light in the eyes of my female companion. And as I have more than a hundred years on you, I do not take kindly you to calling me son. So the next time you pull somebody over on suspicion of being a vampire, you better pray to God that you're wrong. Because that vampire may not be as kind to you as I'm about to be. I'm not gonna kill you, but I am gonna keep your gun. Does that sound fair?" They were kings of this world, for so long. The cop agrees. "Yes what?" Yes, sir. Just call him what he wants to be called.