"You think that is living?" It is kind. It is cruel. It is everything it needs to be. Catching the sight of the ones under his gaze, between his teeth. Sweat he licks from the corners of his molars. "I can show you life." A promise. An offer. Something almost drastically human that it is hard to believe a golden eyed son of a bitch is standing there, eyeing two well trained and well brutal hunters like they're something to be appraised. Like cattle, Nolan muses. Like trophies, Ivan thinks. Something in them don't doubt their own conclusions...but something, just something in the corners they don't tell anyone else about already know what they'll do. They'll investigate, sniff, lick for a taste of something forbidden. Something in them wants spit and blood and grit. Something in them wants to feel what it is like being between teeth that knows how to sink into flesh like theirs. Real leather, natural soaps, nothing but what they are. And something in the vampire sees them. Sees it. And doesn't hesitate to answer.
