"Would I not? I come from a line of admirals, you come from a line of savages." Byron teased. Very few knew Byron's history, let alone his real name. While he had always been a noble playboy, there was much he learned from his older brother and father when it came to fighting. Obviously, he had skipped the career service for fun and games in his family's home. Far more interesting things could happen without navy rules.
A human might have felt the chill between the two vampires they're undead nature not one to warm up without intaking blood. "Are you afraid you'll get in trouble, love? I've been stabbed by lovers before, a little hit would be nothing," he whispered in the centimeters between their mouths.
Pulling a blade from a hidden pocket at his back, Byron pressed the blade against Duncan's side, pointing it toward the kidneys. "Your move, love. Or are you going to tuck tail and be a good lad?"