"You wouldn't have," Eliot answered with a self assurance that came from more than mere bravado. It was a knife, and while he was trying to hold a creature steady before him, he wasn't as bad as not being able to dodge a knife to the gut if the creature got free.

"And... silver or not, it won't kill me, would it? Hurt like hell, yeah, go through that whole thing again..." He couldn't help but shiver slightly at thinking of getting acid poured into his guts. "Probably make me wish I was dead, but wouldn't have killed me. Didn't somewhere say it had to be silver in the heart?" He did try to read up on what he was, not that he could find much reliable on it.