Feeling the metallic coldness of the blade against his chin, Elijah was deliberately giving him the impression that made him feel like a loser, someone who was incapable of striking back, and his gaze visibly darkened with a shady glint. He hated the idea of Elijah addressing him to be a weak human, and no weak human would ever settle with the idea of becoming one of these parasites without thinking of the odds.
"You can't judge me without knowing me first, by that I mean - you have to know every detail about me." His tone was low and husky, but it spoke volumes that instantly piqued Elijah's interest once again. "Then tell me, human, what part of you am I missing?"
"The little part that screams blood."
