Eliciting any reaction from others always fascinated Byron. The emotions felt from one end of the spectrum to the next so naturally flawed. To see Rose glance towards the cut Byron made as if to hope he would give the girl a cut death. Tears cascaded down the girl's cheeks as she gargled for air and felt the slow drain of her blood flowing over her shoulder. So much emotion in the victim and such disdain from the doctor.
Pulling the girl into him, Byron leant down and licked the accumilating blood from her neck. The sobbing ignored, he whispered into the girl's ear. "See, even the good doctor does not care about you. A little kiss would not be given even as the world is ending. You may very well be stuck in hell forever, love." Byron did not know or care if the girl spoke English.
Pushing her toward the good doctor, Byron tilted continued to grin. "You should heal her, she is in for a long night." The irony came that he would have broken the girl's neck had the doctor played his game.