Aconite bolted up when there was scuffling outside the window, releasing the arm. They switched the syringe to the other hand and pulled a dagger out just as Alek climbed into the room. Aconite had to admit that they were impressed Alek had gotten there before the contract had been completed. It was irritating to say the least but not something they couldn't handle.

"Well, if it isn't the Count Dracula," Aconite whispered, their voice gravelly and quiet. He poised the knife to be ready to defend from attack and felt the syringe ready to inject it's deadly contents. "Stay where you are or she dies before you instead of peacefully in her sleep."