[Daring Scylla]

Druist felt his temper flare. He controlled it. Barely.
"Fine. What would you propose we do about the humans? An open attack could endanger our existence - vampire hunters from all over the world would be flocking to take our heads. Any other ideas?" he asked shortly.
He moved over and sat down. Far away from his dearly beloved. He folded his arms to hide his clenched hands.