Puck's own frown is twisted up with fear and indignation, and a hot, roiling desire to be free of this asinine bargain so he can tear the vampire apart with his own teeth.

... Though that probably wouldn't do any good. Perhaps a stake through the heart should be more permanent. Cut off his head for good measure and submerge him in running water?

Mmmm.

"I do not doubt that such is in his power," he mutters. His fingers aren't digging into the chair any longer, instead tracing over its arm and back slowly, gently.

He's not sure whether Havelock should like to be touched just yet.