Daryl wasn't certain he'd ever come across anyone as stupid as the man who thought it a good idea to waste bullets on a vampire. All that would do would be to make it angry. A calm vampire was tough enough to off, but one that was pissed off along with its usual terrible capabilities, that was even worse.
"Just how fucking stupid are you?" he demanded, digging his heels in when he was shoved. "Do I look like fucking-" he shrugged his shoulders and stepped quickly away from the idiot. He was not going to hang around here, unable to reach his weapons, and get killed. "Do I look like fucking bait to you?" he snapped, and he'd not normally use language like this, but he considered this a special occasion, given that he was more than likely close to getting his own throat torn out.
"Don't answer that," he added, not even wanting to hear the general stupidity that would spout forth from the sheriff's mouth. "At least I didn't think shooting the fucking thing was a good idea. I was going to chop its fucking head off, but how do you think I'm meant to do that when you won't-"
Another pull at the cuffs, because in a moment, the vampire would come back anyway, and he stepped out of the door of the containment facility on his own. He refused to be trapped, even if he had to have his hands immobile. In all honesty, he'd quite happily knife the sheriff at this moment in time. He'd feel no regrets in doing so, anyway.
"If you want to die, go ahead and leave me in these, but if you fancy going home to your cosy bed tonight with all the glory you like, fucking take them off."