It was also partly because his eyes were fixed unmovingly on the stake flipping over and over in the air above Jack's hand.
Shivers of cold ran down his spine.
He swallowed hard, and with an almighty effort raised his eyes to Jack's face.
"I fucking drained you," he said in a low, shaky voice, one hand reaching carefully round behind him for the vodka bottle. "No way you survived that. What are you, another Immortal?"