The Hunt: Davian & Victoria & OPEN
Davian rolled his eyes so hard he almost gave himself a headache. "Cold Iron, numbnuts." He drawled. She went to a magic school and didn't know? "And you're supposed to be the smart Ladon."
He realized then that further provocation might actually succeed in getting her to leave him there, alone and stuck in the hallway for who knew who else to find and make fun of. Davian didn't enjoy being helpless, which explained why he picked fights and teased where he shouldn't, but to ask this disdainful and judgmental vampire who did nothing but hate on him for help? That was pushing limits even Davian had.
He sighed and stopped trying to fight it again, scowling straight ahead. "If you got any, that is."