Seraphina's eyes were shooting daggers through Leon's rotten and wicked soul. Hearing his last remarks, she can't help but scoffs in dismay.
"Baby what? Sis? Huh, goombah, you also don't forget your oath -- you now live under my rules and command… "
"Oh dear, how facina--" Just as Leon could finish his sentence, Seraphina appeared right in front of him with a knife on her hand -- placed its sharpest point on his throat, slightly poked in his flesh causing it to produce droplets of blood. Her eyes were menacing -- thirsting for blood.
"...not as that person before."
Alas, despite Seraphina's swift attack, Leon managed to grasp her wrist and neck lessening her attempt on whatever she was about to perform. Instead of dismay, Leon's eyes contain amusement to her sudden brazen strike. He knew for sure that Seraphina's action was unreserved and if he didn't stop her in time, the dagger would penetrate his throat and would probably go through his nape.
