Clint saw at how she studied him and knew that this way of speaking to her might actually get through to her. And sure enough, it did. At least enough to where she spoke with him easily. At her mention of being daggered and buried under concrete, Clint couldn't stop the wry smile that formed on his face. "As if burying you in such stopped you before," he pointed out. He met her eyes. "Whether I like it or not, you are my sire. And I'm part of your bloodline now. So I do have an investment in keeping you alive."
At her words, he knew if he feigned ignorance she would call him out on it. She had a knack for knowing when anyone was lying. "I know. But why bother with Alec's brat? She can't hurt you." His mind worked quickly. "Besides, instead of killing them wouldn't imprisoning them be better punishment? Let them dessicate and spend centuries as a living skeleton unable to move?"