Smoke rolled off the vampire's clothing as the bits of zombie flesh and congealed blood sizzled thanks to the current. Yet Tesla was oblivious to it as his focus remained on the task at hand. It was only when she spoke again that his smile slipped away and was replaced with a serious expression. Engaged or not to be so readily dismissed when he had been offering light banter caught him off guard, and without warning the arcs of electricity suddenly vanished as he dropped the cable to the ground.
Oh it was true that he had enjoyed taking his rage out upon the undead as recompense for making him spill the bottle of wine, but Nikola had been fighting to keep her safe. However the more she spoke the more the vampire realized he had no real reason to do so. The creatures were an annoyance at best, but the posed no threat to him even in such grand numbers. As strange as it was Tesla had seem a glimmer of Helen in her, that strong take charge attitude that always made him smile. Yet Kate Beckett was no Helen Magnus, and the vampire was no hero.
Nikola Tesla cared for himself only...well with a very few exceptions, but whatever spark he had thought was there, was clearly imagined. So with a shrug the vampire turned to face her, ignoring the horde completely as his black eyes studied her. After a brief moment of consideration he nodded his head and spoke up again. "My apologies for any such implications. I shall take my leave since my presence appears to make you uncomfortable." There was no look of anger or anything for that matter as his face and eyes returned to their human visage. Even with the waves of zombies moving closer Nikola simply seemed...bored.