"To know how I'd do with a battalion I'd have to raise one, wouldn't I?" Antonin grinned at the idea. He hadn't ever been opposed to stretching out his muscles and seeing what he could do. But something told him that the here and now wouldn't be the best options for it. Too many people and news crews on top of it. Necromancers might not be as high on the wanted list as lamiae but they still weren't exactly liked by vampires and people in general found the idea of them disturbing. Antonin didn't care. He just didn't want to get his face on television and then have to put up with one of Zaviar's cold tempers. He didn't think that anyone could blame him for wanting to avoid that like the plague. "Ahhhh, yeah that whole bloody mess." Antonin blew out a sigh and side-stepped a puddle of blood. It'd leaked out from underneath a car, but since he couldn't even hear any thoughts coming from there he was going to assume the person was well and dead already so he didn't stop to check. "The were he'd been playing with seems to still be alive. I didn't know you lot liked to play with food older than a few months." Zaviar hadn't been happy about that. Sure, a lamia was a snake and similar to him, but they weren't were's and that was the superior race when he got to talking about it. Antonin didn't argue just because he knew how it went.
Not well.
What blood, crying children, pained thoughts and screaming voices had been unable to do, Circe did with a single sentence. Antonin stopped in his tracks, eyes suddenly blank, and he frowned when he looked over at her. She'd said it in a way that made him think immediately of who it had to have been. There was only one person she'd talk about like that. Just one. One. "Supposed it was just a matter of time since we knew that he was in town." Antonin's voice was stiff like it so rarely got. Even when he was upset or worried he preferred to smile or laugh about it. If you could smile or laugh then everything was really okay and no one had managed to get under your skin. But if you couldn't? Then it was serious. Then something was wrong and anyone who was listening would know. Circe would know that there was something wrong and he didn't expect that she wouldn't know. Ulysses had always been a rather sore subject for him for the very obvious reasons of being married to Circe where he wasn't. But she doesn't run away from me. "What'd he do?" So help him, Antonin didn't care what Zaviar said, he'd strangle the life right out of that spineless bastard this time.