He was sitting on the windowsill, carelessly dangling his legs, and almost mockingly looking at the hunters of dark magicians who came after your soul. He throws the dagger without even touching it, dangerously close to the huntress's head and smiling slightly, they tried to get to you, but he wouldn't let them, even though he didn't kill them, but only played, enjoying their fear

"Shezmochka, why are you rushing around so much? Are you really still afraid?"

He asks playfully, raising his eyebrows and throwing only a dagger in terrible proximity to the hunter's head