Cocky was one word for it. Hal had decided basically that he didn't like the man and he didn't see that opinion changing any time soon. And Alex thought he was funny, what was so funny about him. He was borderline psychotic at the best of times and had an ego the size of a small country. And his type of vampire of course was not a slave to blood.
"I wouldn't go so far as decent. They are, for all intents and purposes, Old Ones. And I will continue to be suspicious of them until they prove themselves. I don't believe they have. And sweet as Caroline Forbes may be she has given her heart to one of them. Are you sure then, that she can be trusted to be completely impartial where that family is concerned?"
He was reaching, and he knew it. But it hadn't been a great few days and Hal was worried, about himself, about the other Him, about the vampires meeting, about Mitchell and Lydia and about Katherine.
Alex at least had had fun, gotten to know people. Gotten to be seen, and for that at least he was grateful.