"Oh, look at you. Going to give me a life lesson on how to be good to every one of my wonderful neighbors. You seem to forget even good men have hatred. Winston Churchill hated the Nazis with a passion. Not a day came where he wished nothing but bad things for his mortal enemies... but I'm not implying I'm a good man in the first place. Oh, it's quite the opposite. Though, I suppose, no one in this room can really lecture the other on morals. I doubt anyone is really innocent here to begin with." 

Pyotr stood up tall and sighed as he became... somewhat annoyed by the Lycan's words.

"You are right about one thing. That vampire and you probably ain't going to get me. It's that girl over there. She already almost killed me. You probably knew about her plan. Why should I trust you differently than your friend over there, eh? The way I see it, If I can't trust ya, I'd be better off alone. Less chances of surviving this hellhole, you know the drill."

Pyotr then sat back down and did not bother to make eye contact with the lycan.

"You remind of a minister I used to know. He spoke all friendly words like you did."

There was a notable pause before he spoke again.

"Too bad I hated the living hell outta him."