"Ye were not even a twinkle in yer ancestor's eye when I was but a human. Ye know nothing of my kind then, nor now. Though it is in a Sassenach's nature to think of anyone that is not English, as some sort of barbarian. If ye are not one of them, then ye must be a savage, aye?" Such simple mindedness, it destroyed many lives. Yet it was not the Scot's going around burning villages to the ground and raping the women. No. It was the ones who claimed to be of more higher standings. Those high morals must have been a bitch when it came to their indiscretions.
"Nah. I dinna fear trouble." Though it seemed to be something that Byron wanted to toe the line with. Fair enough. Duncan could toe lines as well.
At the feel of the knife at his side, Duncan just grinned. An almost dangerous look crossed his face as his eyes narrowed in on Byron. "Do ye really think a wee needle bothers me?" Duncan moved his hand back, wrapping his fingers around Byron's hand that held the blade. He guided the knife into his side, piercing his skin and sinking into the flesh. All the while, his eyes stayed focused on Byron's. "It is far from the first and I expect, far from the last time steel has pierced my body. If ye want to intimidate me, ye'll have to do better than that."
Duncan moved his hand from around Byron's and the blade, bringing it around the other vampire's back and tangling his fingers into Byron's hair. He pulled back hard, exposing the younger vampire's neck as he dipped his head down and placed his lips over what would be a pulse. He knew this game all too well, it had been played time and time again over the years. Different faces, always the same dance. "If ye want to be buggered, all ye have to do is ask."