There is something to be said of a man who lasts for some time even with a dagger through his heart. He was still breathing, as I recall, when I left him to bleed out.

[Shutting his eyes, he briefly indulges in sadistic fantasies. The imagination is a powerful thing.]

Him and his sort... have been a thorn in Dracula's side. He was very... resilient, I will grant him that. [A deep giggle.] The whip he bears is imbued with magic, especially effective at destroying all who thrive in darkness.

[When battling him, he hadn't been struck by it - - and it was with some measure of curiosity and interest that he contemplated how much it would have hurt.]