Costin
"Bah, that wouldn't be much fun. Still... you've got the stench of prey, but you dance in the jaws of hunters willingly. Isn't that a bit crazy?" The way she pulled, yanked and mashed his back against a wall, even she could catch a glimpse of his expression. The moment of impact was like true happiness. Who cares if some weaklings started yapping? It was too fun.
"Argh! Shit shit! What the-!" "Eeeek!" "The hell are you doing, goddamn monsters!"
A few members of some unrenowned dojo worked an office there, so they were the first to react. One lunged with a Katana while Costin's back was turned, while another brandished his fist and dashed to his blind spot. As he danced, the vampire kicked the swordsman's leg and tripped him without a care. And just as it looked like the fella was about to land blade-first into his comrade's cute little neck... he grabbed the sword by the blade and slapped the brawler in the face with the hilt. The impact nearly broke the fool's jaw, throwing him to the other side of the floor all while drawing closer to Nanako. So close she could almost kiss him, or gaze at his dagger teeth.
"But damn, you're sexy when frustrated."
And before that, he spun around the opposite way - letting go at the last second. No kissy for the missy yet. Laughing it off with an amused expression, he surrounded by the groans of the bravest around them. "Aw shaddup, it's just a lovetap." He chuckled, but man, did it kill the buzz sometimes. They just had to say the one thing he hated, not that he could blame them.
He stretched his arms in a T-pose, grinning like a wolfish bad boy to the root.
"You're not bad for a partner."