He Is Not The Same

Currently, Mal and Lamont were in an alley behind Anna's music store.

The dark angel was as infuriating as ever and seemed to be blissfully unaware of just how bad Malachi wanted to tear his head off. 

"She's a real cutie, huh? And as thick as cold peanut butter-"

"Why the hell are you here?" Mal asked. 

Lamont glanced at Malachi and finally noticed something strange about him. 

Outwardly Mal appeared to be very calm, almost like he had no emotions, but his eyes were smoldering. 

It was as if he was envisioning roasting him alive.

"You seem different, buddy boy. Mad that I interrupted your steamy conversation? I promise you can get right back to the little goth girl after-"

"You're really starting to piss me off."

This time, Lamont did not miss the sight of Mal's pointed teeth flashing as he spoke, and he realized that things were becoming dangerous.