Miles' teeth ground together and his fingers were white as he pressed them against the edge of the bathtub in sheer anger. It was all he could do to stop himself from hexing the bint stupid. It's clear she already had been.
"Merlin's balls, you dumb woman," he said, raising his voice again. He tried to ignore Liam's babbling (the boy actually wanted to meet another vampire?), but looked up at Rosmerta, dumbfounded. "Liam's not yet six, I don't expect him to understand, but I thought you'd have a lot more common sense."
He looked down at the boy, who was just staring up between them now, his face full of wonder. "Come on, let's get you out of there, and dressed and then I'll take you home." He leaned back and swiped a towel, his fingers leaning against the bench as he lazily leaned back on the chair's back legs to get it.
"People die from vampire bites all the time, Rosie," he said in frustration. Liam's interrupted exclamation of 'Cool' didn't help his argument, but he frowned at the boy as he vigorously rubbed him down with the towel. "And anyone who gets close to a vampire gets bitten sooner or later. Dangle a bloody steak in front of a rabid dog long enough and it will eventually eat it."
When she spoke of the way vampires fed, Miles just looked at her oddly and shook his head. "Well I forbid you from letting Liam meet any vampires. No son of mine is going to even be considered as an appetiser to the main course. Lifting Liam out of the bath, he put him on the chair.
"I'm beginning to wonder if I should even bring him back here again. Merlin knows what other riff raff you'll drag through the door." His words were hastily said, but to be perfectly honest, he was beginning to reconsider this arrangement with Rosmerta. He had plenty of people now who were willing to look after Liam.