"And I know all about you, Selene," Mycroft spoke in a sweet, sing song voice that was laced with venom. " Corvinus hybrid vampire, lycan hunter. Field commander of the Death Dealers. Alive for centuries. Assassin. Oh yes. So now we're even."
Words like Corvinus, lycan and Deathdealers did not hold as much weight with Mycroft as they would for Selene, for they were only words in a file, but he recognized from the report on her that she was a formidable figure.
"But that's all behind you now, isn't it?"
He hadn't even bothered to go into the parts of her he observed simply by glancing at her as she entered the car. But one thing was for sure, he was not at all intimidated or worried.
"And here I thought you'd appreciate a little flair of the dramatic." Mycroft sounded mock-upset, like somebody whose gift had been rejected. He casually inspected his fingernails and decided he was due for another manicure. "Let's just say that I have my reasons, as much as you have yours to keep your former life shrouded in secrecy."