He could feel himself getting angrier, and he knew it likely showed, as his nature began to show on his face. He forced it back, knowing that much as he didn't care what people thought or knew about him it was best that their anonimity be maintained. But he did step in closer to her, eyes dark and colder than she'd have seen them in quite some time. "If that's what you want, then fine. But I suggest you leave. Now. Both of you since apparently, get out for your own good means nothing to Matt Donovan."
Stepping back from Caroline, he considered waiting until they'd gone. But her words wouldn't leave him. She hated him, she thought it wasted energy to talk to him, he could rip her pretty little throat out for her sins, he could bite her as he'd considered before. Or Matt, or any of them. He shouldn't be bound by any truce, he was better than that. He was the hybrid, the Original Hybrid, he couldn't be killed or stopped, why was he pandering to the whims of a woman who used him when she needed to and decided to get moralistic when she didn't.
But then his family wanted this blasted truce. Rebekah wanted it.
"Actually forget it." he said coldly, eyes moving from one to the other. "I'll leave. Let it not be said I'm not merciful." he added before storming out of the hall. He needed to get home. And then he needed to smash something