A blade was pressed against his neck. Emryk's gaze tightened, but he did not flinch-- not when he was this close, and not when he knew fear would be evident in any capacity. His knurled snout tightened, as did the grip around Naveen's neck. This was not worth it. This was not worth it. The baron sighed, one hand dropping to the man's shoulder as he looked away.
Only when he gazed sidelong down the alleyway-- eyes locking with the barely-awake woman who he had barely acknowledged prior, blood streaming down her neck and staining the collar of her blouse-- did he realize just how wrong he had been in that assumption. It took him a good, long moment to truly piece together the reality of the situation from intuition and assumptions-- Naveen leaving the alley, the little happy glint in his eye as they'd made eye contact, the woman bleeding from her neck-- but when he did, his gaze returned to Naveen, gaze creased with a blossoming fury. His posture straightened; the hand upon the vampire's shoulder tightened.
"Hrrhmh." He breathed, looking the man over. Taking in his stature, the blade at his neck. "You don't know when to stop talking, do you?"
In a flash, his free fist moved to sock Naveen in the gut-- the other smacked at the hand which held the blade, trying to bat it aside as he ducked away from its pointed end. Whether or not the fist struck, his hand grabbed at the vampire's jacket and pulled, yanking him to throw his body deeper into the alley and block his escape.
Only when he gazed sidelong down the alleyway-- eyes locking with the barely-awake woman who he had barely acknowledged prior, blood streaming down her neck and staining the collar of her blouse-- did he realize just how wrong he had been in that assumption. It took him a good, long moment to truly piece together the reality of the situation from intuition and assumptions-- Naveen leaving the alley, the little happy glint in his eye as they'd made eye contact, the woman bleeding from her neck-- but when he did, his gaze returned to Naveen, gaze creased with a blossoming fury. His posture straightened; the hand upon the vampire's shoulder tightened.
"Hrrhmh." He breathed, looking the man over. Taking in his stature, the blade at his neck. "You don't know when to stop talking, do you?"
In a flash, his free fist moved to sock Naveen in the gut-- the other smacked at the hand which held the blade, trying to bat it aside as he ducked away from its pointed end. Whether or not the fist struck, his hand grabbed at the vampire's jacket and pulled, yanking him to throw his body deeper into the alley and block his escape.