I’ve faced worse than him, Athos.

[ Sturmhond gives him the slightest little smile. So Stefan is an immortal vampire of indeterminate age, strength and fortitude? That’s all right. He’s no Darkling. There won’t be Nichevo’ya surrounding him, or Merzost leaking from his fingertips. Sturmhond’s shoulder lifts. ]

Besides, I like having powerful enemies. Makes me feel important.

[ And look at that. Almost a smile, which from Athos is equivalent to a grin. That’s an improvement. ]

Your life does actually matter to me, Athos. After all, without you, who would help me keep Wesley out of trouble? One man can only do so much.