“All that I am trying to say,” the vampire repeated, obviously irritated with standing in the sunlight, protected by little else than a small, flimsy umbrella, “Is that, as someone who has to work at such a time, a courtesy quiet hours enforcement of 11 p.m. would be appreciated.”
“We are demons!” the ugly creature spat back. “We follow no rules! Vampires like you must simply find a way to cope!”
“Actually,” Damian waved the copy of their lease, “according to the bylaws of this building, quiet hours should be observed starting at 10 p.m. So, St. Duclair’s request to turn it down at eleven is considerate, but not at all necessary. He could call in a Hell Knight at any time after ten. It says so right here, which, I wish to remind you, Mr. Croznath, you signed, thereby agreeing to it. It i
