The hunger confused him. He was used to this body, not sure of its limits. Well, one good way to find your limits was to have them tested. Perhaps not the safest way, but Greg was done with being safe. Even as reckless as he had been before there was still a small Jiminy Cricket voice that kept him just dangling over the edge. He was sure it was still there, but the edge felt a lot more sturdy and plenty of roots and rocks to hold onto should fall. And if he did fall he would just be doing the world an even greater service.
"Maybe I do." Greg wiggled an elbow free and slammed it into Grigore's gut. He followed in quick succession with an uppercut. With any luck the man didn't do his research and had no clue just who he dealing with. Given the pieces of the torture before hand, the vampire saw him as just another human ripe for the slaughter.
He turned his head around trying to meet Grigore's gaze. If he was more than a watcher now, perhaps his gift would be more than it was before. "In fact I think you're looking for a fight too." As he spoke his pupils dilated in a snap reflex, trying to push the instinct into Grigore's head. Greg was going to get a fight one way or the other.