Even Laedo is not so stupid as to bring a sword to a gun-fight, but he is tired of bearing Giovanni's snears, his manic smiles and psychotic laughter. He's never understood the man but he's sick of being treated like a non-entity, when really it should be the other way around. Pressing closer, hand still on his hilt as he bears down on the pale creature, he puts every inch he has on Giovanni to his advantage to stare down his nose at the human. "This is not a game," he speaks through gritted teeth. There's not a flash, not a hum, but if Giovanni is sensitive to such things he might feel a hint of Laedo's magic charging up around him and gathering like an angry storm head.