Dexter's father had trained him in martial arts from a young age and while he was by no means an expert, he wasn't exactly slow either. He dodged the weapon with a little effort and frowned at the kid.
"Well, I'm a sociopath, I'd have thought that would be obvious by now, you saw me murder then dismember someone."
He shook his head slightly and shrugged.
"No, who are you then kid?"
He smirked, deliberately adding a patronizing edge to it, one he hoped would make the kid lose his temper and thus his ability to fight rationally.