Calnathe: Then go ahead, vampire. Try and kill me, or more properly put, banish my soul back to hell until I am granted a new body. Can you hold a crucifix? Touch holy water? Tread barefoot on holy ground? No. You are as much a pawn of hell as I am.
*Calnathe puts up a hand, and a small flame catches on the sleeves of William's coat*
Calnathe: Unlike any of my "brothers" you may have met I am no newborn to the ways of the physical mortal world. I have no desire to fight the natural or unnatural order represented by your kind. Leave me be and keep your soul your own until the end.