"For my Grace, he could do what he willed to me," Samandriel said again softly. He looked down at his hands. "And the minute I was whole again, he would have an Angel to contend with. I don't suffer cruelty, Mitchell. It's what got me into this position in the first place. That the wrong was not done to me the first time was what cost me everything." He looked up at Mitchell again. "Do not underestimate the things I'd do to that beast as soon as I was free to. He shouldn't think just a second he thinks he gets to buy me with something that is already mine, when he might really be buying himself a harsh reminder that he too was human once."
As ancient as the vampire was, he wasn't nearly as old as the angel. Samandriel might not have had much of a plan yet, but he would by the time he needed to. "Imagination doesn't always mean art and music and storytelling. I'm a warrior too, my love." Turning his thoughts to battle was...dangerous. An unleashing so to speak. "Know that I have no intention of leaving you, not if I can help it and not for as long as you'll still have me."