Barely disguised apathy. One of the teenager's first weapon. Very good. Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that James wasn't just any teenager. Death seemed to cling to him, a pervasive aura that coloured the world around him. Not just because he was a vampire, no. There were far darker reasons.
"Mr. Proctor is quite shaken, as you can imagine," Jack said, trying not to let the irony colour his voice. It was obvious James didn't care one whit about Ben. "It's not every day he gets threatened to be staked and, in my experience, most vampire's do at least value their own life quite a bit."
Jack regarded James, folding his arms together. "Do you know who could've send this to Mr. Proctor?"