"Ah, maybe you don't know me as well as you think, love."
Byron legitimately laughed, in a non-sneering way, at Rose calling the girl's death her deadline. The term in all of its forms from creation to the modern era had been such an amusing word, rarely meaning anything than more than a physical line when passed one would be shot.
"If that is what you want, Doctor." Byron used his vampiric speed to position himself directly behind Rose, wrapping his arms around her and pulling the girl in toward her body to sandwich the doctor between them.
"There are so few rules on this Hunt event that I should wonder why you bothered to be out at all," he breathed against her ear.