There’s no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.
It was time to pull my moral socks up and behave myself.
He picked some unwise words. Saying, “I’ll enjoy killing you for my lord”, is just not the way to make my acquaintance.
No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.
Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.
Oh, God, puppy dog eyes. From a six-foot-five ancient Viking vampire.