He ignores her, snarling, "Find him Mr. Rubin. Or tomorrow's sunset will be your last." His voice is back to low. Low and menacing.
His fangs are smarting.

He puts the earpiece back and listens to yet another excuse from Mr. Rubin. And ignoring Pam. Again.

"Well, then I suggest you find a day walker you can trust to find him for you," he says by way of goodbye and pulls the earpiece out again.

Pacing.

He takes a few calming breaths.

They aren't helping.

"What?!"

Sounding angry and tense. Aware, even with his back turned, of Pam looking at him. Seeing him.

He wants to fucking kill something.