Mao just grinned wider as the vampire man began to sneer at him, clearly pleased. As he listened to the bitching (it wasn't quite a tirade, it lacked that special flare) the boy began to bend backwards while balancing on the fence-like line divider. Farther back and farther back until his body made a perfect upside down 'U'. He acted as though this was perfectly normal behavior the whole while, soon lifting a leg straight up, then the other so that he was now doing a head stand. He simply could NOT be still for any length of time, especially not to devote his full attention to half formed hissy fits.
"Naw, you are so not my type." His legs swung down after he hand-walked a few paces, steel plates clanging with delicious loudness on the divider, and a moment later Mao was standing again, traipsing back and forth, balancing with total ease.
"Speaking of." The impish gleam was in his eyes again, which had, at some point during his brief act of contortionism, shifted to a bright orange, like that of a summer sunset. Mao just couldn't help but push buttons. Rather, it was more like he jabbed at them with wild, reckless abandon.
"Does Vickie have like some sort of S&M fetish? 'Cause I mean, seriously." He gestured in the tall man's direction. "Lookitchya. You wouldn't think it, knowing the guy. But I guess what they say is true, its always the most normal seeming people you know who have the biggest kinks." Another laugh escaped him, a very young sound. He figured he probably went to far, and he was prepared to make a break for it if the man decided it was time to wring his neck.