She had a foot planted on its chest, a hand around the throat, and the other hand was raised, ready to deliver the massive surge of power with which she'd intended to end the miserable thing's life. Of course he came back in that moment. It was far too poetic for that not to happen, and remind her that she had a conscience. Recent years had softened her temper somewhat in a general sense, but when it came to vampires, a whole other side emerged.

"Feral is the word I would use. Yes. And I'm going to take care of that, unless you have a better solution," she said calmly, unsure of whether she actually wanted a different solution or not.