Jacob could be a really cocky dick. Part of what Lyle liked best about him was that, despite Jacob's massive and obnoxious ego, he was about as scary as a kitten on the inside. The guy needed self confidence and covered up for it with attitude. So the vampire took Jacob's jabs in stride, following into the room behind Peyton. "What can I say, I'm a sucker for classics," he told her with a half grin, in regards to her outfit.
It would just figure that Pey would want to jump right into the fray. CLosing the door behind himself and locking it, Lyle tugged his tee shirt off over his head and flung it onto his old bed (because he knew Jacob would not like it being draped on his stuff). "I don't need to get fucked up to wanna fuck your sweet cherry ass, Jakey Baby," he smirked, stepping out of his sneakers.