Carrick's eyes blazed as Samandriel spoke in a low voice that shook with anger. The vampire's fang teeth extended slowly as the slave talked.
"I may not know what you are, but that collar tells me all I need to know. You are a slave, boy. Property, nothing more." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a predatory whisper. "I could sink my teeth into your lovely throat right here on the street, and you would be powerless to stop me."
One of Carrick's hands drifted up from Samandriel's arm to his slim neck. "And it is a truly beautiful throat..."