He watched as Belladona continued to string every man in the bar along.  She would draw them in with the promise of intimacy, charming them with her siren song. She was a snake, a viper slithering through a herd of overly excited dogs stupid enough with danger. He was in no way attracted by her little performance but in a way he wanted to tear her down from her pedistal in the sky. He would relish in that moment when she looked at him in terror, begged for her life.<br/><br/>He sneered slightly, just barely visible. That look faded when she sauntered back over to him. His eues were hardened, lifeless and cold like that of a predator. She sat beside him and he felt his demons whispering to him again. 'What a pretty face. How much more beautiful it would be carved to pieces. Her flesh must be so tender, so plump. ' He blinked it off and scowled some at her proposition.<br/><br/>"You would be wise to return to your pack of dogs, devotchka (woman)." His voice was deep with warning and his accent was so full as he spoke. If she did not walk away now, she would be his victim.