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Friend, Caiaphas repeated, bristling like a cornered bush baby despite Vlad's unusually well-mannered phrasing - no mention of her gerl wulf holl or Lasher's peenk menn steeck. The Russian took it as confirmation that that something had occurred, pocketed the information, and squared up to meet return fire. "Oh Bleckface, Vlad hev so menny jellies," he swooned, shuffling towards her with adoration in his eyes. "Please being for to take Vlad for be hesbund! Vant meck tausand creb bebbes mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah-" Kissy-face is on the move, people, kissy face is on the move.