Azrael chuckled and spoke to Francis without moving,<strong>"Well, if she is already dead I suppose you're the next to follow. Thank you for letting me know about the period of time you survive after your brain is destroyed...I suppose cutting your head off will work perfectly. The doctor stays where she is, and we have a conversation. I am fully willing to die, are you?"</strong><br/><br/>He displayed no fear, speaking casually and wore a grin on his face. Glancing back at Francis he said<strong>"Don't fool yourself into thinking you've got the drop on me...your heart? It is not all that steady."</strong>Moving in a blur behind Salonika, as he held her wrist and twisted her around so that he was in back of her and facing Francis. Now able to fully look at him. The blade was held over her throat and he whispered<strong>"You really picked a bad weapon for a faceoff like this. A shotgun?"</strong><br/><br/>Placing a gentle kiss on the side of Salonika's neck, he simply commanded<strong>"Baby, tell the brain donor here to kindly leave the room. Or I will not be held responsible for his death. Tell me what you're currently reading off of me."</strong>This turn of events had excited Azrael. Life or death situations? Always fun, he was someone willing to engage in mutual destruction for the hell of it.