He considered the question, then opted for honesty. "Yes," he admitted, though again, it wasn't put in a tone that was anything like a threat. It was a mere statement of fact. He was dangerous. Then he added one thing. "...but not to you." It was a snap judgment call on his part, but he went with his gut.
"What were you gonna say?" he asked, noting the hesitation there, where she'd clearly switched up what she was going to say initially. Absently, he picked at a set of scabs on the back of his hand, the dark red and black dusting over his knuckles. They were scarred up under the scabs.
There was the hint of a smile on his lips when she said the last part, though. That everything sucked enough and she wasn't going to contribute. It had him nodding. "Yeah, I know." He felt like he'd failed at that very endeavor particularly taking his twin into account. Things had gone so very, very wrong.
"...who do I remind you of?" he had to ask. "Is it a good thing, or a bad thing?"