My affliction is none of your business! And I even warned you about it! If anyone is endangering us, it's you just by being here, since you're the one they're interested in.

[Carlisle's tone has fire behind it, and that flame seems stoked in the undead on the floor, who is suddenly filled with more vigor than he had a moment prior. He tries to pull himself out from the shelving, spittle flying as he hisses, but only manages to displace a few of the bottles around him in a vaguely threatening manner. He's not as aggressive as the ones that had come running after them, but he's certainly trying.]