There's a wry snort from Obsidian. Meal. Vampires can eat human food, but it offers no nutrition; what he sees is a cover-up, not something that would actually feed him. That, and the money is nice but not entirely necessary. After all, from what he knows, he's also doing the world a favor of taking this vampire out.

Still, he does not debate the matter. Arguing it won't accomplish anything. Vampires are stubborn from his experience, and this one likely won't be that much different.

The blade rests against his shoulder, and he gestures to Haurchefant. "Stand and face me. I will only say that once."

Though he doesn't have much left, there's still a sliver of his moral code, just a hint of honor left. He would prefer to fight face-to-face, but if push comes to shove he has no qualms about fighting dirty. He'll do what it takes to win, after all.