Dresden simply nodded at Rhyss's words. It was more than Dresden's practical nature that had kept him from speaking. Rhyss disgusted Dresden. Any vampire that had sided with the SOLDIER scum, even for a moment, was lower than the insects in the ground, unworthy of living. Vampires were superior beings to humans, stronger, faster, and far more durable, and any vampire that so spit in the face of that heritage as Rhyss had done by joining SOLDIER was a traitor to the cause. Had Rhyss not been under the protection of Magnus, Dresden would have killed him right here and right now. The only mercy that a traitor deserved, if they fought well, was the mercy of a quick death, which Dresden would have happily granted.

As Rhyss went to touch Dresden, he simply held up one hand and caught Rhyss's arm. It would be simple, in this situation, to have killed Rhyss. Simply applying pressure would shatter his arm, and the pain would create an opening. With a single punch, Dresden could crack the traitor's skull wide open, and crush the brain within. Even the most powerful vampire couldn't survive once their brain had been reduced to mush. Dresden looks at Rhyss, not speaking a word, and his look makes very clear that if it had been up to Dresden, Rhyss would have lost the arm. Then, Dresden releases the arm, and moves back into line, leaving Rhyss behind.
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Jack looked at Mithias, as the vampire replied. That vampire scum had just threatened him, in his own control post. All fake pleasantries disappeared from his face and voice, turning cold, as he spoke again. "Oh, I insist. And you wouldn't want to harm my hospitality, now would you? That would be just plain rude." From the way Jack says it, it's clear that the consequences would be severe. To enforce this point, six drones drop down from the cieling, their long metallic legs clacking onto the floor as their cameras turn to you. The threat hangs clear in the air.