"I guess I would," he said, head cocked to one side. His voice was low and hoarse, his tone casual for the moment. He pulled out his knife and flicked it open, studying the edge. "Knives kill most everything too," he noted. "Guess we'll have to see whose pointy bit gets into who first. I'll tell you right now, though, if we can avoid all this and just talk it out, I'd happily take you to a hotel someplace and stake you until dawn and beyond."
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