"Black mark. Veda pays." Solus flings up a hand, palm toward one of the mortals in the room, he solidifies and a stream of white heat shoots from his palm - it reduces the agent to nothing but ash in an instant.

"I don't like disrespect." He informs Janie. "Life force, spirit, soul. Call it what you will, but I'm hungry!"

The black ooze running from the walls turns a dark red as he raises his voice.