Byron's disinterest in the situation, only irritated Duncan more. He was starting to understand the restrictions behind the Circus. Any other time, in a situation such as this, Duncan would have acted quickly without thought or concern for consequences. He would have ended this... child. A clear waste of immortality, such was many vampires he happened across.
"I dinna recall bedding ye," Duncan reacted to being called love. The foolish Englishman seemed unaware and inexperienced, rightfully so in comparison he supposed, but it did not manage to cool his rage in the slightest. "Do ye not know the difference? Fights are with fists, no casualties. Battles leave blood and death strewn about. Not that ye'd know much about that, Sassenach."
Annoyed with the careless tossing of the knife into the air, Duncan slapped it from Byron's hand and listed as it clanged to the ground, his eyes never leaving the other vampire before him. "Love fights, do ye? Care to back that up with a beautiful ginger man then?" His mouth twitched in the slightest of grins, hoping the Brit would take him up on the challenge. Killing may be against the rules, but fighting wouldn't cost him his life. So long as he didn't cross the line.