Ahh, I fuckin' love old houses he thought to himself sarcasitically as he tore out the wires from one of the few parts of the manor which wasn't extensively rebuilt over the past years. The vynil coating of the copper wiring was no more than a series of decaying strands, possibly rodent-gnawed.
Guess this is one of the good parts of not getting the folks' house Damon thought as he yanked out a further meter of cable. Then he heard the thumping of the blond feral's footsteps. He looked up at the huge Canadian with a look of nothing but hatred on his face.
"Well now you have proof I'm the electrician, and not just the fuckin' janitor," the Seran spat. He didn't ask any further questions... he really didn't want any more Victor in his life. His body may have been built of thick, sturdy muscles, but Sabretooth was hardly the man he wanted to show them to.