"Shut. Up." The angel's protestations only stoked Carrick's anger.
The vampire began to pace slowly around the circle, turning so that his eyes were always on the angel. Carrick's eyes darkened with rage, the pale grey shot through with veins of pure black, though his voice remained as quiet and level as ever, though now with a viciously cold tone. He switched from English to his native Laconic Greek, the clipped economical words of his mother tongue only underscoring the freezing coldness of his anger.
"Don't call me that. It was my true name, and you dirty it. Nothing that comes from your mouth is ever honest."
He stopped pacing and faced the angel through the heat haze of the leaping flames. He felt his fang teeth protruding slightly, digging into the flesh of his lower lip.
"How long have you been planning to have me killed?"