The dagger that she had touched when he entered the room did not go unnoticed by the doctor’s keen sense of perception. She had a fire in her…oh yes she had a fire in her, like any good master he would enjoy snuffing it out. His hand lashed out and struck her hard across the cheek with a firm backhand, shattering the cigar clutched between his fingertips and strewing the ash across the room. “The correct response to your superior is SIR.” His southern drawl seemed less homey at the moment, still unnervingly calm but holding a dark edge as he gazed down his nose at the stunned woman. “Conciderin you do not know that your last master did a piss-poor job of keeping you in line. But from the stories I hear of his demise, I am not all that surprised that his slave is just as weak as he was.”<br/><br/>Oh yes he had heard all about how that weak willed elder was slaughtered and about his little…pet. Within the vampiric slave trade it was a rather famous story and it sickened John down to his very core. She was a slave, not a fledgling, not a daughter of the night, she was food and her life was at the whims of her betters, something she needed to be reminded of. He tapped his cane firmly upon the floor, resting both hands on the solid steel head. “Now, y’all will be handing over those little holy dagger I have heard so much about until such a time as ‘I’ see fit to return them to you, is that understood?”  He watched her expression with a manic grin, running his fingertips across the tip of his cane.<br/><br/>“Oh now do not look so surprised, I know all about y’all’s little missions for the council, giving a slave a weapon against their master is a travesty, and I will have none of it until you are deemed trustworthy in MY eyes.”  He offered a hand out to her, expecting her to place the daggers within them, if she did not comply he had much more in store for her, much deeper and darker things… The doctor was just as apt at healing as he was at inflicting pain, and he could inflict more pain on this girl than she ever dreamed of. With such a weak master, he was pretty sure her dreams were rather simple anyway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>