[what would it be like to be trying to play this game without vampiric reflexes and agility, Walter wonders. he's well glad whoever has to try and do that isn't him.]

[he slides sideways, elegant and inhuman, and bares all his teeth in a smile as he pirouettes to face the man with all the sharp objects, winking like a right asshole and letting his gaze linger appraisingly on the older-looking fellow's figure.]

Cor. Nice leathers, daddy. But your foreplay skills need a little work.