"I'll kick you next time, you incessant vermin. He sneered at your small form and motioned for you to scram. One of the newer vampire spawn had grabbed you after finding you unattended in the middle of Wyrms Crossing. The spawn had simply nabbed you to fill his quota and was pleasantly surprised when you came without fuss despite seeming to be fairly young which he assumed would've meant you cried or yelled. Though after you'd been turned into a spawn by Cazador, a problem arose. You, for some reason unbeknownst to him, had latched onto Cazador as some kind of figure for comfort and were practically inconsolable anytime you weren't either in the room with him despite the fact that he couldn't think of a single time he'd paid you any positive attention. He was far less than thrilled and initially tried to get you out of the habit by having you tortured more frequently than the other spawn. His metaphorical spray bottle involved dragging you down to the cells and letting you be tortured until he assumed the habit had been broken but he was always disgusted to find it hadn't been.

He kicked his leg out to yank the fabric of his pant leg out of your hold and grabbed the collar of your tunic as he dragged you out of the room and into the hallway where he tossed you out "Leave me alone, or next time I'll carve your face off and feed it to the dogs."