Vaduin exhaled sharply. His tail snapped behind him. "If you're disinclined towards possibly having your heart stopped, I'm far more willing to sit there and stab myself over and over with a fucking silver knife than I am towards helplessly standing by while you give Danica the sorts of memories that will haunt her for centuries." He hissed through his teeth, his eyes blazing with anger. "Fuck you for even suggesting it. She's your student, not your sword."
