Duncan rolled his eyes at Byron. He was a vampire that relished in all that he was. Which wasn't much beyond his bloodlust, clearly. It made Duncan think that he wasn't much of a man before he was turned either. Just a hollow existence for some demon to creep into and likely turn into some insane serial killer... Come to think of it Duncan wasn't so sure what was the better outcome. Byron as a vampire or if Byron had stayed human and just died after being caught with blood on his hands.
He shrugged the thought away. Regardless, the vampire before him did provide entertainment. Which was hard to come by after so many years on this earth.
"A fellow Scot then? Very nice." Duncan smirked and even more so as he circled back round to the front of Byron. "Aye well. At least ye'd be warmer, na?" Grinning he closed the gap between them, his hand extending to brush down the side of Byron's jaw and down his neck. "Do ye have your wee little knives with ye then?"