"What are you doing, Mr. Quinn?" the warden asked slightly alarmed over the sudden turn of events as he had only asked a simple question to make sure about the choice.
"Did you touch my woman with these hands?" Damien asked him. With the question came a crack sound making the vampire yelp in pain. He had successfully broken the warden's middle finger, "Don't cry. It is a useless finger after all."
Hearing the warden cry, the guardsmen who were standing nearby the room arrived. Opening the doors to see their superior in pain. They looked conflicted on what to do, one side was superior and the other side were two pureblooded vampires who were of high social standing.
Damien had not let go of the warden's hand. He was enjoying tugging it until he snapped another finger.
"URG!" the warden groaned with the second finger being snapped.