“A stake? Monsieur, I do hope you don’t intend to try and use that on me. Stabbing people without provocation is very rude.” Slate-grey eyes stared pointedly at the instrument before directing themselves to the Russian dhampir bearing it.
"I only use it on killers,” was his calm, collected answer, though he felt every nerve in his being protest against this civil tone, “which you apparently are. – Don’t try to deny it; I saw you.”
