He wasn't going to kill her. She was far too precious. Saerian would like, eventually, some of her blood. But a creature like Dawn shouldn't die.
She might make a phenomenal vampire. And if not that, she had great potential as a weapon. So much potential.
He nodded.
Once they were outside, Saerian decided to make it pretty blatant where he was going with things. He spoke around a cigarette.
"Let me guess," he said. "You think I'm much too old for you?" He quirked an eyebrow at her. The cigarette migrated to his fingers and he smiled at her.