"Against the doctor's oath?" Byron mused. If the vampire had known the limits of being able to fight or harm another that the Doctor had, he would have had far more fun with her more often.
Bright blue eyes glanced back at the girl struggling in his arms. The glint of silver appeared in his hand and in one swift motion he cut a small, but deep nick into the girl's neck. When blood started to flow down around his fingers, Byron turned back with a smile. "My mother always told me that, Doctor. Never particularly made me want to stop." He shrugged his shoulder and laughed.
His eyes flicked over her and a more mischevious smile grew on his lips. "I'll give her a quick death if you'll give me a kiss."