That fighting spirit was fun.<i>Yes.  That’s it.  Make me give chase,</i>he wished in silence, seemingly unperturbed by the harsh logic thrown back his way.  It was always one of the more satisfying moments of a long, slow hunt, watching the façade fade away before him.  Murderers were some of the best, but drug dealers had their own sour-sweetness.  They were all so very tough, untouchable, fearless… until death came calling.  That was what he wanted to equate Dorian to at that moment.<br/><br/>And then the gun fell from fearful hands, and there was a flash of something else.  It was just as delicious, but deeper, fuller.  Kade felt his undead heart stir in a moment of… what, pity?  For such a coldhearted snake as the lawyer?  Whatever had made him feel that way vanished before he was able to properly analyze it.<br/><br/>More importantly, Dorian was making a run for it.  Not that he had any hope of getting away.  The human did make it as far as the door, but that was only because Kade<i>allowed</i>it.  The truth was that it was easier to control the man’s movements if he put himself up against something more solid, and the door was certainly that.  So, by the time Dorian’s hand was on the knob, Kade was behind him.  He’d made no sound with that movement, but his presence was undeniable.  He encompassed his prey’s hand with his own and stopped it from opening the door.<br/><br/>“And if I did frame him?” he asked, though he was more preoccupied with the scent radiating off the human.  Panic had made it more potent, and Kade couldn’t resist leaning in to bury himself in it.  He gave a sharp nudge to press Dorian face first against the door and closed in tighter.  “I was only having fun.  He’ll be cleared of all charges and back to work soon enough.  If you don’t do it, I’ll just have someone else take the job.  I have the means to hire whomever I want.  But then… I’m not letting you drop the case.  You<i>owe</i>me…”