Now the kid was laughing at him. Oh, he wanted a head to smash in. Preferably this kid's. His eyes narrowed and he turned his head slightly away, as if he was trying to ignore the lip this kid poked out, he not really giving a damn if he pouted or not, he still wasn't giving away his booze, not when he had to work like a fucking dog to get it. Let them work and get the damned stuff themselves. He was surely not one to give anything like that to anyone else.
"Look kid. When I say no, I mean NO!.. Now, scram, you're givin' me a headache." He told him, unsure why he wasn't just resorting to full out violence, but he decided to save that trump card, he had this feeling he was going to be needing it.
Ugh. He hated mutant names, it was like a pet name, and who the hell wanted to be reminded they were no better then animals? Hell, some here were treated worse then animals and he knew it. "Damphyr, kid, not Vampire." He growled, pronouncing it like 'Damn, and fear' in sucession with one another. "..Who the hell are you anyway?" Oh yes, he was just so gracious, wasn't he?
"Victor?" He sighed. It figured his rather social lover would know this kid. Hell, he was so warped he would probably think the way this kid acted was cute. He put a pale hand to his forehead, rubbing at his left temple as he wondered if there was a migrane coming on. It sure as hell felt like it.
"Kid--I wouldn't share my booze with my mother, much less with you." He informed him flatly now.