"I don't know Mircea!" Jayati snapped out like a whip, voice finally raising and echoing about in the library, "As long as we can! You're going to destroy our now planning for a then." He was right, in his way, but Jayati much preferred problems that were in front of her. The kind that she could fit, preferably with her hands. She knew her own capabilities. War may be inevitable, but she would have no part in it, in the depravity that came with it - on both sides. Mircea may be a Vampire, she may be a Dragon who literally ate people, but neither of their Species had been behind Rwanda.
Jayati would die before that came to Summerview, and so would her sister.
Was he really trying to stand toe to toe with her? Height and broader shoulders aside, it was an abysmal failure. Amusement broke through the cloak of anger, along with a little appreciation or his nerve. It didn't stop the smirk that pulled at the corner's of her lips, nor did it make her step back and give him space, because she was a Dragon in her own home so like hell was she giving ground. Another skeptical glance, doubt and maybe a little mocking in her sharp as cut glass features, "And what good will you do? When is the last time you did anything with your hands rougher than stocking shelves? Hm?"