When he spoke next, it was in a soothing, concerned tone. The words practically purred. "Oh," he said slowly. "Are you cold?" Noah set the weapon down and glided beside her. "I can help you."
Katherine wasn't looking at him. That wouldn't do at all. She would hear, nor smell, nor sense any incendiary device. But the vampire would soon feel the heat near her skin, just close enough to fully comprehend.
"I want you to know," he said, circling the pillar, rubbing his hands together, "that I'm perfectly aware of what you're capable of. What you would do to me if you had your lovely weapons. What you could do to me even without those particular tools."
And here, he reached out a hand to gently brush the wet hair away from her face. "I want you to process that I know all of these things. And then ask yourself, am I walking out of here tonight?"