"Anger? Is that what ye want? How deep do ye want the anger to go?" It seemed as though there were lines that could be toed here, so who was Duncan to not toe a line or two? With that thought, Duncan's hands moved into Byron's jacket, his fingers reaching out quickly to collect whatever knives he could find hidden within the fabric.
Before Byron could protest too much, Duncan reached for the blade in his side and pulled it out quickly, then sank the blade into Byron's side. Giving it a bit of a twist, Duncan used the blade to guide the other vampire's body to where he wanted him. "I forget... What do ye qualify as anger, Sassenach?"
Another of Byron's blades materialized in Duncan's hand and he ran the tip of the blade down Byron's chest. Buttons began popping off of the vampire's shirt, slowly revealing more of his porcelain skin. "Anger can be a fun little emotion, yeah? Entertaining for ye when ye dinna have the same passions towards something. And if entertainment is what ye after, then I suppose I can provide slight entertainment. Though I dinna think it will matter much regardless, ye aren't the sort to actually learn much. Not where it counts."
Duncan leaned over a little, the blade dancing carefully against Byron's skin. "I dinna think my anger is what ye really want. Passion is what ye have seen, my anger... is far more dangerous."