It didn't matter if the other man knew the truth or not. Really, how could one not know they weren't different. Mikhail couldn't fathom it. He'd always known. He was clearly lying. Trying to save his ass.
It wouldn't work. Mikhail growled as the smaller man's foot connected with his shin. The man clearly couldn't fight, which just annoyed him more.
Death would probably be more merciful than what the demon blooded hunter had in mind. He slammed him back into the wall. "Is that the best you can do?"