A race against time
"To be honest," he sighs with an implied boredom- or perhaps frustration, with not being able to get things done sooner. "It was a little too easy. I expected more from someone you would take as your husband and yet... Soren was easy to get- he was unusually relaxed that night- no doubt because he was with you," he says with an additional knowing look which leaves little doubt in my mind that he has already speculated over the happenings of that night: how I became a vampire, and married, in a very, very short space of time.
Admittedly, it was all rather fast, but exhilarating nonetheless. And I wouldn't change it for the world.
But Azrael, unlike myself, has little time for sentiments, preferring to delve into the bloody details of gory battle and relish the delectably sweet taste of victory over his brother. Even if that means shoving it in my face.