He couldn't help but to grin at the sound of Byron's voice and his general mockery of him and the Scottish folk. For some reason it amused him, had it been anyone else though... He may not have been so inclined to brush it off easily.
"Aye? Well that's a pity... Did ye find yourself grievously injured? Or at the very least cowering in a corner as most of your kind tend to do?" By the looks of him there had been no injury, or at least not one substantial enough to cause discomfort for long. Another pity he supposed.
"Oh? A bonnie wee lass here? Giving ye trouble then? I find that I like her already." Another smirk played upon his lips as he rounded the other man, his eyes moving over Bryon's body, taking in all that he remembered.