The idea of bedding the Brit brought a small, rather wry smirk to his lips. It would certainly be one way to sate the anger, but he didn't want to dwell on the thought for too long. It wasn't hard to push the thought to the back of his mind the more Byron spoke.
"Aye. Vampires and shifters hold their own battles within, I'm sure ye know that already." His words came out careful as Duncan tried to let the anger roll off of him and control himself. Once he took hold, his eyes grew darker as his body moved that much closer towards Byron's.
"My kind?" His brow raised for a moment with a small smile. A dangerous smile. "Ye would not have survived my kind, lad." The thought of Byron trying to though, was amusing within itself.
"Is that what ye want?" Duncan's hand came up, the closeness of their bodies made it all to easy to brush against Byron's chest. His fingers curled around the other vampires shoulder and moved towards his throat. "Ye dinna want me to hit ye..." His head leaned down until his lips sank just above Byron's, not quite touching. "Ye are but a wee child. It wouldna be a fair fight."