[It's like Zack insists on being the voice of temptation. Not of his conscience - he already has that, loud and clear, otherwise the man would be slammed against a wall with fangs at his throat already. Who gave him the bright idea that throwing a hungry, struggling Cainite's failures in his face like a red rag would somehow make ihm less likely to attack?

If Zack is baiting him then he only has himself to blame... no, no.]

I'd say that's up to you. [It's half a plea and half a snarl. He keeps moving back, but there is only so far back to move. He's very aware of Zack's knife, the hunter in him aware of everything about the other man. Assessing. A red shadow behind his eyes that makes them dart up and down, looking Zack over for weakness, lingering on the line of his throat.] Not that I don't enjoy the thought of hurting you specifically, but it'd be terribly awkward explaining it to Kunsel. Stay back. You can obey monosyllabic instructions, can't you?

[Or is he baiting Zack, himself? By the time he considers it might be so, it's already too late to take the words back.]