Byron smirked. Sliding a hand over her side, he stepped into her space again. His other hand came up and wrapped around her neck pulling her into another kiss, running his tongue over the blood still puckering from her lip. "I would enjoy seeing you make me rue the day, love."
Threats against his life meant little to him. Not only did Byron enjoy pain but while he did not necessarily want to die, the idea of anyone trying to kill him had a thrill behind it. Ideals of life and death meant so little when there were no emotional connections to anything.
"I will follow your rules, but expect me after the three weeks, love." With that, he stepped back and bowed to her. Following the rules meant Byron would have his childer go about entertaining him further with his victims. The good doctor never said he could not have another torture and kill his victims after he had left them, it was not his fault when the hungry girl took the humans from him.