Lillith stood up from her stool and lifted her hands. "Carver, calm down. We can... find a way to work around this. The xylophone parts don't [i]have[/i] to require six mallets. Music can be re-written. I know everything else is... bothersome, as well, but we can probably find a way to work around those things, too."

"What, [i]you[/i] think all my new, unwanted, [i]unnecessary[/i] limitations should be nothing more than [i]inconveniences[/i], too?" Carver snarled, turning on the vampiress. "You sound like my dad!" 

He lunged to throw a punch at Lillith, but Carmilla used her vampiric speed and strength to grab him by the wrist and shove him away. 

"Don't you [i]dare[/i] hit my sister!" she hissed, baring her fangs.

Carver screeched and launched himself at her. At this point, it didn't matter who his target was; he needed someone to take his anger and frustration out on, and Carmilla had just volunteered for the job.