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Mithias didn't move as Chantelle walked up to within inches of him and stared into his eyes. He wasn't fearful of her. If she tried something, then a fight was going to be inevitable anywway, but Mithias wasn't going to be the instigator. If he had wanted to kill Chantelle Black, he would have hunted her down with an obsessive motivation, learning everything about her years beforehand, and set up some elaborate trap with her name all over it. Being an immortal himself, he had the luxury of time to ensure a "safe" kill. In the current circumstances, he'd probably still have a chance to defeat her in a spontaneous 1v1, given his swords and Hank, but it was going to be sloppy. He didn't believe a damn word she said, but he would also like to avoid treating each other "indecently."

"Miss Black." He replied. "I'm afraid your charms won't work on me." Golden eyes shined brightly under a fuzzy black brow. Soft, black hair ran down over both his shoulders. "To be quite honest, you've taken me by surprise. I have seen fewer and fewer vampires over the years. I didn't think there were many of us left. So, how is it you happen across this particular beach at this particular time?" Mithias didn't yet put his swords away. Somewhere along the line he had picked up a tendency to speak more politely while considering killing someone.