'<span style="font-style: italic">Jah</span>, it does,' Echo informed her distantly, glancing about the kitchen as she gestured between the counter laden with food items, the cupboard and the refrigerator, though he made no move to investigate further. He was not hungry, and she could not spare anything more to sate his thirst. 'I should thank you,<span style="font-style: italic">proua nõia</span>. You saved my life.'<br/><br/>His foresty gaze then swiveled from the kitchen to examine the remainder of the spacious dwelling, tingling as if the very air were alive. Magic, he assumed, staring up at the ceiling like a child entrancing by his favorite television show. '<span style="font-style: italic">Erakordne</span>,' he murmured in amazement, and a gleeful smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his eyes roamed the blank expanse of gyprock. 'I have never met a Witch before. Are there many of you?'<br/><br/>He turned to the windows, the curtains over which were drawn, and paced the short distance from his position by the counter to the pane of glass. Tentatively her drew back the long drape of fabric to stare out into the darkness. Not surprisingly, four members of the squadron stood out on the street, staring back at him through furiously glaring eyes, and their teeth barred savagely. Avgust was not among them; no doubt he had run off to throw a temper tantrum over Echo's latest great escape. The Russian General was rather well known for his inability to keep his lips sealed when something doesn't go to plan.<br/><br/>And indeed, the fact that they squadron had not come bursting though the windows was a sure sign that, for the moment at least, the Dhampir man was safe. Whatever magic Seria had cast over the house was doing a fine job of keeping the Vampires out, and for that reason Echo began to grin. It was almost disappointing that Avgust was not outside also, for it would have been the only time in his life where he could have smiled smugly into that perpetually pissed off Russian face, and know there was absolutely nothing Avgust could do about it.<br/><br/>Sniggering to himself, Echo opened his mouth, breathing heavily against the pane of glass until it had opaqued with fog, before lifting his hand and pressing the tip of his finger to the misted patch. Backwards he began to write, and the Vampires began to scream and hiss shrilly as the message took shape. From outside, with the yellow lights streaming from within the house, the words were perfectly visible.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">FUCK YOU</span>