[Logically, a stiff breeze could overpower Lazarus. He's willowy and thin, and he looks sickly even on his good days. That being said, there's still a strange air of authority and confidence he carries himself with; hell, he's talking to Stefan now almost like an employer dissatisfied with someone's performance.]

I thought you wouldn't nearly kill a young woman from blood loss, as well, but life has a way of surprising us all. In light of your recent development, I want to talk about your options with you. Obviously, that cannot happen again.