[The sweep gets instead a well planted leg leaning into it. He's not fighting back but he's got defending down to a fucking tee.]

You think this some affectation? Some ill temperate mood or youthful belief about my future? By the gods, the temerity of your assumptions is just--!!

[And then he realizes he's lost his temper and his fangs are out - whoever romanticized vampires as having these sleek, sexy little fangs has never seen the four, serpent like monsters that have extended on poor Konstantin here - and just stops.]

I see now this was a mistake on my own part.