"You know that you and I will never be finished with our dance... at least I believe this is what someone like you would say."
Ah. It is almost as if he were just about to say that, especially as he has been closing in on Simon the very moment that the flames at his feet subsided. Shadows cling to him like a magnificent cape trail behind him, the shapes of tendrils and bats fluttering away with every step. Those intense crimson eyes bore through the more properly armored hunter, seeing him weakly pull the braided cord of his weapon taught with a snap!
But the Count does not flinch.
"Then you should have never brought me back here, foolish boy." Always elongated fangs are revealed in a snarl and hiss. His claws are hidden from view for now, what with them being folded into himself as Dracula crosses his arms and stares down at the tiny ginger thorn in his side.
"But I see that you've become a desperate man, judging by the many pieces of flesh you didn't get to cover are rotting away from you. Are you afraid of death now, Simon? Knowing that if you do not win this time, you will perish regardless if I bleed you dry? Immolate you? I need not act at all, my curse is complete."