"No incident?" Oliver asked, incredulous. He'd come in a bit earlier, and had kept quiet, listening to everybody's observations before he spoke. "There have been nothing but incidents. He's been harassing people--biting unwilling victims, and force-feeding them his blood. Nothing I've heard about him suggests that he is anything but a thousand years old brat-prince with the mentality of a spoiled teenager and the strength of a superman. No part of that is a good thing. If he's showing any type of altruism, it's because he wants something."
He shook his head. "Even if we could treat with him, I wouldn't trust him not to be manipulative, and turn on us as soon as the arrangement no longer suited his purposes. As for weaknesses, I'm pretty sure a pointy wooden object is the universal instrument of vampy doom--with or without a silver tip. It's cornering him that will be the tricky part."