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When the human girl pushed away from him Drake rocked back on his heels, absorbing the strike with an irritated grimace. She stumbled less than a metre before falling to her knees,. Ah yes, he'd almost forgot, Lira had wounded her. She probably wasn't in the best condition to be doing things like running away or fighting. But still she looked back up at him, fire in those eyes. Silly little human, it would be much easier on them if they didn't get so worked up about trivial things. She let out a ferocious set of questions, she had been contemplating this for a while. Perhaps not the wisest occupation for her time, but humans did as humans did. And it was a good way to burn off all his pent up annoyance. And it was fun, tormenting humans.

The daemon took a few delicate steps, circling Linnie until he was within arm's reach of James,`which wasn't as easy as it should have been because the boy was slowly inching away, sensing that something bad was about to happen. because when bad things happened they often happened to him for some reason. And that reason was Drake. "Well then, are you done now?" he asked after a beat, when it seemed her avalanche of questions had come to an end. "You know, those are quite prying questions, it's not nice to go around asking people what species they are, but I suppose I'll indulge you since you asked so nicely."

He wrapped his arm around James's neck again, this time merely to lean on the smaller form rather than throttle him. The boy glanced up at Linnie for a moment, trying to convey how sorry he was that he'd even thought about walking down this hall. He could defend her against Hassan, or one of the humans, but saying no to Drake was a very bad idea because that was the one entity that held James's life in his hands. And he could easily be careless with it.

"Well, I am Drake." The daemon said, a faint grin across his face. "And I'm not a vampire. I'm not even sure if those exist, to be quite honest. Have you ever met one, James?" James stared at the floor. "No? That's what I thought. I'm what your kind call...err...not a cherubim, you know, those ones with the wings. An angel? Hmm, that sounds foolish." he leaned his head to one side, red eyes caught on a spot near Linnie's head. "Although, now that I think about it, that didn't work out too well for me. It was a foolish occupation, so the name does fit. This job is much more fun, I would agree. Death is the most affable partner a man could wish for." He flashed the full regiment of his shark-teeth for a moment, eyes wandering back to the human's face. "Wouldn't you say?"

Drake began tracing his fingernail across James's throat restlessly, right above where he knew a carotid resided. That artery didn't just bleed, it gushed. But now was not the time for that. he'd have to keep control of himself. Somewhat. Murdering simply didn't have the same effect without an artful buildup, of course. Unless it was for his own benefit, in that soul-eating sort of way. Then it didn't matter, as long as supper was soon in its arrival.

"Although, you humans don't know a good time when it hits you in the face." He mock pouted, eyes still fixed on the girl's face hungrily. Ah, he was a greedy little monster, but when offered two meals within a few hours of each other the need always did seem to grow for some reason. "Or luck. Really, you've got a place to stay and food to eat for free for the rest of your sorry little lives, but you silly little creatures don't seem very grateful. Or maybe I just have a habit of picking out the most ungrateful little slugs." Drake tsked and shook his head.

"But back to your questions, my little witch. Who do you mean by they, dear? My little James? Hmm. James what are you anyway? I never really thought about it. Human enough, I suppose. Aren't you." Drake had to tighten his hold on the servant, who was beginning to fidget. James liked attention, but he didn't want this kind of attention. This was more than a little game of cat and mouse, and he really didn't want to have to clean more blood off the carp-

The lad let out a low wail as serrated teeth lodged briefly in the side of his neck, right in the place the fingernails had been mapping out. That had been entirely unexpected. It was not a typical punishment from Drake, unless of course he just wanted to drive the servant to the brink of desperation and watch him try and kill the girl just to get a bit of relief. That was what Drake deemed good entertainment. The daemon held up his torso for a moment as James tried vainly to staunch the bleeding before he was dropped completely to the floor.

Drake spat out the blood in his mouth, James tasted too much like him to be considered as a source of food, it was too similar to self-cannibalism, a road that Drake never wanted to turn down. "Well," He said to the human girl as James twisted at his feet. "I suppose if you wait a few hours you'll discover if he's human or not." His voice was infused with a cloying cheer and he poked the lad with his shoe. "But if the position does open up, would you be interested, Miss Mallory? You seem like a hard working girl." The daemon laughed, much too amused by his own wit, a by-product of spending too much time alone with only James for company. And James wasn't very good company for banter.

James, now lying on the floor facing upwards, both hands clamped to the side of his neck, with blood leaking out from between his fingers, tried to calm himself down, to little avail. The side of his neck had been more or less shredded, thanks to Drake's cheerful abandon in using his teeth. James had never quite experienced such a sensation as 'dying' from a bite to the throat, as Drake usually had better ways of doling out murder for his amusement. It didn't really matter though, seeing as whether it had been knife or tooth that slashed his neck, he was still writhing unceremoniously on the floor, teeth gritted so he wouldn't cry out in pain again.