Leon's calm response only aggravated Andrei more. "Don't you be playin' dumb with me," he hissed, leaning in close. It was a perversion of intimacy. Andrei could've kissed Leon, had he wanted to. "You know perfectly well what I'm talkin' about. Sassin' me, doin' your sarcastic bit on the spirits, thinkin' I got no clue what you're talkin' about..."
His hand tightened on Leon's throat, as a reminder of what he and his vampire strength could do to the defenseless boy.
"I been to New Orleans," Andrei said. "I know how your kind works. Slow, in the shadows, killin' without a trace. We avoid you for a reason." There was a rumbling in Andrei's throat. "But if you a witch worth your salt, I reckon you know my name. I'm a Dantură. You know what happens when ya piss us off, don'tcha?"