"I'll show you pet," Saerian growled. It would make him really tired, but no one could say Harry wasn't pushing him.
"Harry," Phaedra said. Her voice contained caution. Serious caution. It dripped with it. In another few seconds, it would be sharp. Do not taunt the demon, she told him silently.
"That's my girl," Saerian said. "I'd listen to her, Harry. Because you won't like it when I turn her on you and make her rip your throat out." He smiled, a charming smile. "So I'd seriously consider letting me out of this motherfucking trap."
As he said that, a chair behind Harry levitated. Actually, everything on the porch that wasn't nailed down was floating, except the vampire and the wizard.