[ The game was over. But, unlike when his lectures ended and Will reverted to his shy withdrawn self, his monster was still riding the high of blood, screams and pain. He'd learn to feed before he came down to a sessions like this. It helped him control the desire to strip off his clothes and roll around in the blood that had been spilled.

A strange urge, when one realized that through all the violence, Will hadn't so much as a spec of blood on any part of his body. Even his hands were wrapped in gloves, which he was stripping off when Ed entered the room.

Upstairs, in Castle Courtsheart proper, Will walked around with hunched shoulders, head down, and at best a mumbled response to a passing greeting. Now he lifted his eyes directly to Ed's face, holding the older vampire's gaze without flinching. He wore his confidence like a cloak, and while he didn't smile, his air of self-satisfaction might as well have been a beaming grin.

Will recognized Ed in much the same way that Ed recognized Will. A fellow teacher, Will's memory quickly supplies that the other vampire is from the Blue Court. ]

Too much paperwork. [ He said with a flick of his hand in the unconscious vampire's direction. ] They thought they were further along in their training. They were mistaken. They wanted me to remove a limb, but that could possibly kill them and I'm not in the mood to play politics if that happened.

[ No real concern about, you know, someone's death. Just the paperwork and ass kissing that would result. Picking up the bloodied blade, Will grabbed a soft cloth to clean off the worst of the sticky ichor smeared along the blade. ]

You look too tidy to be a participant tonight. Keeping the young ones in line, or just down here to observe?