"I appreciate that," Mitchell said, voice lilting with an amused tone. She'd protect him, yeah right. The real question was, who was going to protect her from him? No one, that's who, because he was going to make sure no one interrupted his plans.
He felt kind of bad, and he knew that was George and Annie's influence on him. But he was't their flatmate anymore, he wasn't that guy who was trying to do right by the world. He wasn't interested in keeping his head down and playing by society's rules any more. Society had never done him any favors, so why should he try to blend in when he had the means to stand out in a crowd?
He wasn't doing anything more than honoring his true nature. Who could fault him for that? And it wasn't his fault people got hurt, people got killed. He was a vampire, and he wasn't going to hide it any longer.
"So I guess you've had some personal safety classes or some such?" he asked casually. He knew sometimes the ones who looked like they couldn't pack a punch were the ones who could do the most damage. Of course a human had little hope of fighting back against the supernatural strength of a vampire.