Kavinsky sends the faerie the flattest possible look a person could send another while still remaining three-dimensional. Four dimensional, I guess. The experience of the passage of time is far from painless and insignificant, after all. His bony fists tighten for a moment, making him realize that he doesn't have a second rock to throw. Chuffing air sharply out between his teeth, he moves so abruptly that vex could hardly have tracked his movement even if he weren't concussed. One instant, the three of him?? are on the porch.

The next, they're standing over Vex's head.

"Most perverts who like gimp suits channel their fucking sadism into something useful," Kavinsky tells him. And then he jabs him sharply in the leg with his shoe. It's not a hard hit compared to what his shiny new vampire body is capable of, but still a solid whump of impact. "You could get paid for this shit. It's not like you can catch AIDS. Your tricks would pay out of the fucking nose to plug your ass up with poison cum." He sneers. His undead chest feels like it's on fire with nasty triumph, which almost offsets the massive discomfort. He'd almost gotten good at pretending nothing had hurt him at all.