As if he'd let them. Daryl scoffed at the order. He wasn't stupid and he wasn't going to let any vamps get near them. The sound of the chairs being pushed around reached his ears, leaving him a little confused. It should have been a simple matter to cut any bonds with that knife of his. It was the sharpest one he had. Could skin a beaver with it in five minutes flat.

"You redecorating down there?" He called down, obviously perturbed that more than thirty seconds had passed and Faolan wasn't back upstairs with Lance. "What's takin' you so long? Your boyfriend forget how to walk or something?"