“Or,” Willem says quite blankly, “you could rip them limb from limb in front of their families.”

He fixes his glasses before looking towards you. His ideal way of dealing with all of your enemies involves them meeting a painful end. Unfortunately, you don’t always listen to him, and he’s not going to argue with you. Anything you say he listens to. He was turned into a vampire by your father just to be your butler. Hand chosen by you. He’s special, he has to be.

“I could take care of it.” Willem’s nearly buzzing from the idea of killing for you. He’s been by your side for the last hundred years and he’ll be there forevermore.