Something in her words struck him like no other could, it cracked the unassailable floodgate of his emotions. As they came pouring through he suddenly approached her with the speed and ferocity only an ancient vampire can do.

While far from his former strength he was still capable of nature defying feats formidable enough to terrify younger vampires. 
But not Sabine.
Too much history...

Before the words even left his mouth he inwardly cursed himself for his behaviour and actions, but if anyone was to bring out the worst in him it was her. 
Like being around a sibling, he was not bound by etiquettes, fashions or the falsehoods of fading ideals.
No she had seen him at his lowest and highest. It gave him an uneasy comfort around her, stubbled with a sickly sense of grandeur.

"You of all people cannot talk to me of eyes!" He scowls at her. "Screw your council, screw Vlad and to hell with their greedy power hungry selfish affairs! I can only hope that they see each other to the flame."

"I just want to be left ALONE!"

With each spiteful spit he neared closer and closer, forgetting the rules of personal space.