[ He's still sitting perfectly still across from her, just where he was placed, but there's been gradually more awareness coming back into his eyes, a spark of fire as he glares across the car at her. he doesn't know her, but he knows what she is. That cool awareness that raises the hair on the back of his neck as she gazes at him is impossible to ignore.

Even from here, he can feel the pull of her gaze, some part of him wanting to react to it, even as it made him furious at himself.

Pinned in place by the drugs and the intensity of her stare, he can only scowl back. Although her words get a small, derisive scoff from him. ]

Vampires don't make deals. They give orders and expect everyone else to fall all over themselves to grovel and obey.