Now that was worth a hearty bout of laughter. Greg had a father and a mother, probably well dead at this point, but the vampire across from him did nothing in his creation. "No, you're just a disappointing torturer," he said calming himself.
Maybe because it was because he never played team sports at as a child, but Greg seldom played well with others. Confining to rules was never his strongest suit, finding ways around them...well, that was another story all together. "And rebellion comes very naturally to me." His tone matched Grigore's. He might not have been able to push anymore, but that didn't mean he couldn't mirror, which if anything could be annoying.
But he was tired of talking, so he darted out toward Grigore. Fists swinging he didn't care where or how they landed just that they did. It was reckless, but so quintessential to his nature. Of course it was easy to be so defiant now with his attention focused elsewhere. It was easy when he was sated, the hunger was nothing more than a faint memory from before. He was stubborn. There was no denying that.