"Saw a perfectly good couch in an alley, few blocks from here. Leather and everythin', hardly any questionable stains," he said, lifting one of the vamps fully off his feet and hurling him into a pile of debris. It landed with a snarl, a broken shard of wood piercing through it's shoulder, missing the heart but causing more than a bit of discomfort.

"It'd look perfect against that wall, there."