Alec is significantly less threatened by the knife, even though V has it all the way out instead of just putting his hand on it like he did with the gun. Shadowhunters attack each other with live weaponry all the time for fun, V's going to have to get a much bigger blade than that out if he wants to draw Alec's blood.
"Yeah, okay," He says, and spares it only half a glance before turning enough to grab the corner of one of the mattresses and hauling it onto the floor. "What does that even mean?" He leans the mattress up out of the way against the far wall, ignoring the spill of blankets and pillows, and joins it with the box spring a moment later. He shoots V another dubious look as he crouches down to squint through the dust kicked up at the black metal frame underneath.
Even vampires bleed from the hands, and they're dead. So do demons, if you count ichor. Honestly, he's stumped.
Still, he is on a mission here and he pushes and pulls at the different sections of the bedframe, trying to find a spot where the screws are loose enough that it can be dismantled without a screwdriver, which he doesn't have. For good measure he adds: "I know enough about wards to know you don't mess with them unless you know how to take them down without being fried." Or unless you're a dashing warlock who has the raw power it takes to just tear them apart and waltz on through, but he doesn't have one of those here either.
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"Yeah, okay," He says, and spares it only half a glance before turning enough to grab the corner of one of the mattresses and hauling it onto the floor. "What does that even mean?" He leans the mattress up out of the way against the far wall, ignoring the spill of blankets and pillows, and joins it with the box spring a moment later. He shoots V another dubious look as he crouches down to squint through the dust kicked up at the black metal frame underneath.
Even vampires bleed from the hands, and they're dead. So do demons, if you count ichor. Honestly, he's stumped.
Still, he is on a mission here and he pushes and pulls at the different sections of the bedframe, trying to find a spot where the screws are loose enough that it can be dismantled without a screwdriver, which he doesn't have. For good measure he adds: "I know enough about wards to know you don't mess with them unless you know how to take them down without being fried." Or unless you're a dashing warlock who has the raw power it takes to just tear them apart and waltz on through, but he doesn't have one of those here either.