And now, he stood directly in front of her, expression blank. There was no light reflected in his eyes. They were in relative darkness, but Noah knew that her nocturnal gaze could make him out clearly.
"Do you have a good memory, Katherine?"
Here, he concentrated, breath even, eyes focused. A flame sparked in his fingertips. "Because you've made someone angry, and they have a pristine memory."
Noah passed the flame from hand to hand, the orange glow dancing over each fingertip as casually as if he were playing with a ball. "Your services weren't satisfactory. Not up to snuff." He smiled, letting the small fire extinguish.
"Is anything knocking loose in that undead skull of yours?"